Michelle sat across from Cam at the long breakfast table, readying herself for a very long day on the trail. At the far end of the table, Brian sat by himself nursing a glass of mango juice and writing in his notebook. He wrote in it every morning. When she commented on it, he told her he was recording his trip. She eyed him, wishing he’d join her and Cam, but she wasn’t going to push him. In a corner of the room, Vic and the Bat Boy, Dan, sat huddled over a table. The cocky, dark-haired jock with the snake tattoo was having a hard time of it, and he’d missed his acclamation hike yesterday. She shook her head, wondering why they’d signed on with Andersen if they already thought they knew everything. Well, they were finding out going it their own way wasn’t working out very well. Maybe they
