It was pretty tough hiking. The undertaker was getting more and more nervous. I could see that he was out of his element. Father John was a trooper, a...ed as he was.When we reached the entrance to the cave I stopped and said to the undertaker, "Okay we are going to have to crawl aways uphill. Then we are going to enter into a cave where we can stand upright. The only problem with the cave is if you speak or make any sound the noise will be magnified and deafen you. We have to go around the edge. They averaged about 15-20 miles per hour, a grueling pace for the ATVs to maintain over rough ground. They stopped ever hour for a potty break and to relieve stiff muscles. There was so much weaving around to avoid obstacles that they traveled 20 miles to make 12 in a straight line. They had forded one river and had lost a lot of time in working out how to do it. Jim estimated that they had made it to the vicinity of Wetumpka by the time they stopped for supper.They all were so pooped that they. He carefully helped her into the front seat, helping her to buckle her seat belt before closing the passenger door and climbing in next to her on the driver's side.They drove quietly for a few minutes, Mira's left hand clasped warmly in Hiroshi's right. They drove into Martinez and down to the edge of the bay, parking in the now empty parking area of the park there. It was a warm night so they left the car and sat down on a bench near the water's edge. It felt natural to have Hiroshi's arm. The rest of the day blurred. My mom decided we should go out to dinner as a family. I got to pick. We spent the time laughing, having a great time as a family. I enjoyed it the most. When it finally came time for me to go to bed, I went to her bedroom. I gave my mom a big hug and kiss and told her I loved her. She didnt see but as I went back upstairs, a few tears ran down my face. That night I Skyped my dad as he was working overseas. As midnight approached I told him I needed to get to bed.