Some days go sideways without any warning at all.
That morning felt like any other—I was riding in my usual spot in the back of Penguin’s pack, watching the trail roll by, feeling like the luckiest cow alive. At some point she set the pack down and stepped away for a minute, which is normal.
What wasn’t normal was what happened next. She swung the pack back onto her shoulders, and somewhere in that motion… I wasn’t as secure as I thought. …
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