silence on the rock.
all is quiet in the little clearing in the woods.
the tents are gone
the campfire is out.
no sound of laughter
no stories being told.
the footprints in the corn are filling with sand,
and the parking lot is empty.
the last checkin has been made
the winners are heading for home.
and the losers too
10 days packed with living are over.
but not forgotten.
whether success or failure was the outcome
there are adventures to remember
and stories to tell.
some have walked away disappointed.
their sacrifices made in vain.
others have walked away with something special.
something more than blisters and sunburn
something bigger than swollen tendons
and sore feet.
something deep inside.
“i can do the impossible”
when the limp subsides
they will walk with a little extra swagger in their step.
a different glint in their eye.
and when they are out in the real world
they will always be looking for another 332.
the mark that tells them
this vehicle belongs to another member
of the brotherhood of the kimsey mountain highway.
the rock wont be silent for long.
another week and a half
and the buses will return.
to carry another load of warriors
to battle on the open road.