The PKD walk last weekend was a huge success, unless, of course, you count the 10 heart stopping minutes where I couldn't find my son, and I suspected he had wandered off the trail to meander into a busy street (a suspicion that turned out to be well-founded, by the way), and was about to hunt down a ranger so we could organize a search party while I envisioned taking his limp body home to his father who would howl and wail and plead with me to make it not so, before he came toodling up the road after a nice motorist stopped and told him that his mother was freaking out. Yeah, other than that little blip, we were all good. (And it's a good thing I'm blonde, because I'm sure that little episode gave me several gray hairs.)
The total tally for my team (which consisted of me and my two children): $850. That's a big WOW. Thank you, thank you, and thanks again to everybody who donated to my team. It's truly amazing to me, and I appreciate it so much. Total tally for the walk was unknown, but I do know that it was close to $30,000, which isn't bad, considering this chapter of the PKD Foundation has been in existence for less than 5 years. We're movin' up, baby, and I say that with the complete confidence of a person who does no work whatsoever for the walk, and reaps the rewards of other people's efforts.
What can I say, I'm good like that.