Opening Ceremonies

The team is fed, watered and sufficiently layered. Holly is sporting a white sweatshirt that we did not bring with us from home, where did that come from? I am wearing one of Barb's jackets and Sally has on a different clothing combination every time I look at her. I need to take better notes!

The Walk starts off with a bit of an emotional tug; the organizers worked this year to demonstrate how very personal the walk was to each person participating and had some really good, authentic speakers up at the podium telling the story as to why this was their walk. There were some tears, which is to be expected.

There was also a bit of trickery for those of us who believed that we had the thing dialed in as far as the route was concerned. Barb, Sally and I dragged Holly pretty close to the front and off on the side just a bit for a quick escape out and onto the street once we were on our way. Foiled! The exit was reversed and we suddenly realized that we were at the back of a pack of 3200 walkers, all flooding the streets of San Francisco.

That Sally can bob and weave through a crowd, let me tell you!