Last Rock to Rock...

Last Rock to Rock...

... I didn’t know it while it was happening but it would be my final participation in Rock to Rock. I was doing my usual task of driving the sweep mechanical vehicle on the long route and also taking in the posted turn signs. I’ve done this every year until I couldn’t. As the day went on it was raining and I would come back behind a small group of people that John Martin was leading shepherding through the long route. It was cold it was wet it was raining.
At the next rest stop in Guilford I would offer John my dry rain jacket, but before he could accept , the young Yale student to his side said “John, you can’t wear the enemies colors! “. John actually replied before I could. And I love him for that. He said he didn’t see it that way and he knew I didn’t see it that way and he told her she shouldn’t see it that way.
As she walked away I knew she didn’t...