At the trailhead, Alec pulls off the road. We loiter at the tailgate, making last minute preparations before our week-long hike. Our packs lay side by side in the truck bed, waiting to be strapped on. The roar of approaching motorcyclists drowns out all other sound. As they fly by us, someone beeps. Maybe he’s a hiker, too. Maybe he sees himself in Alec. Whatever the reason, he offers a beep of encouragement. Later down the progression, another honk. We smile at the unspoken friendliness, at the motorcyclists who took a moment to send us off with a one-horn salute.
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