It seemed a good idea at the time, with blue skies, light breeze from the north. If you can’t talk a long hike on a day like this, when can you? A pop-up drizzle, more a misty passing affair, nothing that can’t be borne. I mean it’s how it is, and it’ll come and go. And then the hard rains come, stinging at the winds’ direction, but you don’t get to quit now. You’ve traveled so far. It’s still a ways to the end, and this is the part of the journey where you’ll need each other more than ever in your life together.