She only shielded behind me whenever we passed through the spray of an 18-wheeler. A few times I felt her helmet hit me in the back as she dropped off...to sleep. I didn’t worry that she’d fall off as the captain’s chair arms held her in. As we pull up under the porte-cochere at the hotel I ask Alice if she is still ecstatic. I get a good thump on my back in reply. The hotel, fortunately, is able to handle our day-early arrival. The shower restores our body temperature and our humor. Alice dries. " I thought I covered that ground Saturday morning, Sylvia. It thought I made it clear I was leaving and not coming back." I was working hard to keep my voice calm and even."Are you still going on about that? You can't be serious. You're just going to walk out on me after all these years?" She was still demonstrating a belligerent attitude."I already have. Haven't you noticed?" I was starting to get a little snarky myself."You owe me the courtesy of at least talking about it," she demanded. “Hi Laura”, said the lady with a big smile“That’s ok. She’ll come and fetch you in a few minutes. Laura doesn’t have to stay.”, said the lady.The two sisters said their goodbyes and Beverly sat on the hard oak bench she had sat on a good 10 years ago when she had attended this same school. The parents had died when the girls were young and at 21 Beverly became responsible for her sister until she turned legal age. That was going to happen next year.“Thank you for coming up to see us”, said Ms. If it hadn't been for the Cliftons, I might have considered waiting another year before we made this trip. My whole family was tired of traveling by now.We camped on a very large stream or a small river for the night. This was especially nice, since we plan on laying over tomorrow, since it is Sunday. To be honest with you, I totally lose track of what day of the week it is, and usually have to be reminded.Sunday, May 28, 1848Ed: Day 25 - On the Oregon TrailAnother good day. We even managed to.