I met my husband, Hobbs, 6 years ago today. I can’t believe it’s been that long!
I got to Seattle early for my walk across the country. The first few days were set aside for getting to know everyone and training. I arrived on a Wednesday and most of the 12 of us were there by Sat
urday. Smooze, Beth and I spent Wednesday and Thursday in tents at a camp site. It was an incredible couple of days. I think I’m getting off track…
“Roaders” who we were still waiting for. Two of them were guys from Montana and they were friends. They told us all about how great Picard was. He walked with the Northern Walk for a week the previous year so those guys got to know him a little bit. They told us stories about him and last year’s walkers and such.
Naturally, I was all geared up to meet Picard. They mentioned maybe once that he was coming with his friend Hobbs and I forgot all about him by the time the night was over. I had been pretty shy during the first few days so I was determined this time to be friendly as I met the next Roader.
I ran into him the next morning in the kitchen. I remember it so clearly. He was standing on the other side of the counter when I walked in. Immediately, I sucked in all my bravery and stuck my hand out saying, “You must be Picard.” with a big smile. He came back,
“Actually, I’m HOBBS.”
Oops. Not the best first impression, but it turned out okay. 😉
** The picture is of Hobbs when we first met **