|Entrance to the the tunnel|
|Me and my Friend Rachel|
When we reached the visitor's center, it looked as though they were wrapping up. I couldn't quite figure out what was happening- where were all the people?! Suddenly a women hollered, "All walker's on the bus! The bus is leaving now!"
Turns out the walk didn't start at the visitor's center, it started about two miles further down the road, at the actual tunnel. Who knew?
|Me in my required hard hat.|
|The light at the end of the tunnel|
The further we got in, the more stale the air became. At two points, volunteers were handing out water bottles. I grabbed one, even though I had brought my own. I always bring my own.
|Upon exiting the tunnel, to the left.|
Turns out, they loaded us into the buses once more, and took us into town. Rachel and I grabbed some halibut and chips, and a beer. The thing is about this, the walk was technically free. There was no registration fee. If I had known all that went into organizing this event, I would have actually tried to donate. Next year, I definitely plan to.
We sat at a table for 6 people, and so two others joined us. One was a retired designer, the other a school administrator. We had a fantastic conversation about life and where we came from, death, and of course, bear attacks.
|Me at Portage Lake.|