As we were leaving camp, I thought to take a picture of the shower area because you can't understand what it's like without seeing it. There are about eight semi trailers and each trailer has eight shower stalls. The showers are private, but the dressing area is not. But with a little planning and finesse, you can get undressed and dressed in the shower stall pretty easily. What's nice is that they have heaters you can sit under while you're waiting for a shower. Or you can just sit under them to warm up anytime. We did.
Sunday morning was our last morning at camp and it was a little bittersweet saying good-bye. 
But we were off and on our way by 7:15 or so. We went through some neighborhoods and a park area. Here are some of the San Jose policemen entertaining us along the way.
Here's Jennifer with Sea World in the background. 
We were approaching a pit stop, and I remember this moment. Jennifer and I (like most true friends) don't feel like we have to talk to each other constantly. Sometimes we're silent. It's not an awkward silence; we're just taking it all in. As we were walking here, we both overheard the conversation between the ladies behind us. One was talking about her chemo treatments and how they weren't that bad, even though she had pneumonia twice. The other mentioned how her mother would call her on the phone and start to cry. She said that wasn't any help because she needed to continue doing everything she always needed to do for her family and fight cancer at the same time. Comforting her mother couldn't be added to the list. That conversation was just another reminder of why we were there. And that it could happen to anyone. And how we hope it doesn't happen to us or anyone we love. And how at least we can say we're doing something about it.
Here's Jennifer with Sea World in the background. We were approaching a pit stop, and I remember this moment. Jennifer and I (like most true friends) don't feel like we have to talk to each other constantly. Sometimes we're silent. It's not an awkward silence; we're just taking it all in. As we were walking here, we both overheard the conversation between the ladies behind us. One was talking about her chemo treatments and how they weren't that bad, even though she had pneumonia twice. The other mentioned how her mother would call her on the phone and start to cry. She said that wasn't any help because she needed to continue doing everything she always needed to do for her family and fight cancer at the same time. Comforting her mother couldn't be added to the list. That conversation was just another reminder of why we were there. And that it could happen to anyone. And how we hope it doesn't happen to us or anyone we love. And how at least we can say we're doing something about it.We finally made it to the pit stop. This one was 80s themed.
Shorly after the pit stop, we went on what Jennifer referred to as the Death March. We walked up the same path past the estuaries, crossed the bridge, and then walked down the other side. It's hard to tell in this picture, but our line of pink walkers stretched as far as you could see on both sides and across this bridge. It was massive. But what made this part of the walk so horrible, wasn't the length. It was the fact that there were limited supporters along the path. We were on a fitness trail or bike path so there was no easy access from a road. Without people cheering you on, you're just walking. It's just as bad as a training walk, really. It was a long three to four miles, that's for sure.
I didn't take too many pictures on Day Three. Well, I did, but many didn't come out very well. Let's just say I wasn't at my best. I thought my camera battery was dying because I couldn't see the image on the screen. Apparently I just hit a button turning off the display. But because I didn't use the display screen, many of my pictures turned out like this:
Yes, we went past the famous San Diego Zoo. That's all I saw of it.
So all the photos I have of Old Towne San Diego, Hillcrest, and Balboa Park are blurry or cut-off. It's all in my head, though, and it's gorgeous!
Now, when they say the walk ends at Petco Park, wouldn't you think we'd walk into the park? Wouldn't it make sense for all our families and friends and supporters to be sitting in the stadium as we walk onto the field? Well, I don't know the reason why that wasn't the case, but the end of our long journey happened in a parking lot. The parking lot of Petco Park.
Shorly after the pit stop, we went on what Jennifer referred to as the Death March. We walked up the same path past the estuaries, crossed the bridge, and then walked down the other side. It's hard to tell in this picture, but our line of pink walkers stretched as far as you could see on both sides and across this bridge. It was massive. But what made this part of the walk so horrible, wasn't the length. It was the fact that there were limited supporters along the path. We were on a fitness trail or bike path so there was no easy access from a road. Without people cheering you on, you're just walking. It's just as bad as a training walk, really. It was a long three to four miles, that's for sure.
I didn't take too many pictures on Day Three. Well, I did, but many didn't come out very well. Let's just say I wasn't at my best. I thought my camera battery was dying because I couldn't see the image on the screen. Apparently I just hit a button turning off the display. But because I didn't use the display screen, many of my pictures turned out like this:
Yes, we went past the famous San Diego Zoo. That's all I saw of it.So all the photos I have of Old Towne San Diego, Hillcrest, and Balboa Park are blurry or cut-off. It's all in my head, though, and it's gorgeous!
Our last journey was through downtown San Diego and we finally made it to Petco Park, home of the San Diego Padres. 
We arrived there a little before 3:30 and we were in a holding area until 4:30. All the walkers enter the closing ceremonies together as a group. Here are our emotional selves walking our last steps of the 3-Day.
We arrived there a little before 3:30 and we were in a holding area until 4:30. All the walkers enter the closing ceremonies together as a group. Here are our emotional selves walking our last steps of the 3-Day. There were so many spectators at the finish! We decided we'd never do this to our sons.
Now, when they say the walk ends at Petco Park, wouldn't you think we'd walk into the park? Wouldn't it make sense for all our families and friends and supporters to be sitting in the stadium as we walk onto the field? Well, I don't know the reason why that wasn't the case, but the end of our long journey happened in a parking lot. The parking lot of Petco Park.In spite of the bum location, it was still energetic, emotional, and we were so proud of ourselves for doing it!
The survivors, in their pink victory shirts, marched in last and we honored them with a shoe salute.
After we picked up our gear, we got on a coach bus that took us back to the Del Mar Fairgrounds. We got back to the hotel, showered, and went to the Mexican restaurant next door to our hotel for dinner and some well-deserved margaritas. Our body chemistry was definitely a little altered because after just one drink, we couldn't stop giggling.
All in all, it was a very moving experience. And an amazing accomplishment for both of us. We're both glad we did it, and it will live with us forever.
The survivors, in their pink victory shirts, marched in last and we honored them with a shoe salute.After we picked up our gear, we got on a coach bus that took us back to the Del Mar Fairgrounds. We got back to the hotel, showered, and went to the Mexican restaurant next door to our hotel for dinner and some well-deserved margaritas. Our body chemistry was definitely a little altered because after just one drink, we couldn't stop giggling.
All in all, it was a very moving experience. And an amazing accomplishment for both of us. We're both glad we did it, and it will live with us forever. 
Camp is an endless sea of pink tents. Though some tents, like ours, have tarps to help keep the cold and condensation out. From what we heard from walkers without tarps, it really worked. I'm glad Jennifer thought to bring one!
While some walkers choose to stay in a hotel during the 3-Day, most sacrifice the comforts of home and sleep in a tent for two nights. Here's our home away from home. The tents basically just have room for an air matress so you have to keep your gear outside. Our bags were resting on a tarp, everything inside the bags was in Ziploc bags, and our gear bags were wrapped in garbage bags. There's just a lot of dew.
Once we reached Point Loma, we headed for the hills again. This reminded me of the hills in San Francisco and we were glad to finally reach the top and explore the neighborhood.
After a pit stop at an elementary school, we walked downhill through Sunset Cliffs. There were sailboats, surfers, and beautiful homes to see as we made our way back down to the beach.
The homes in Sunset Cliffs are beautiful and, I'm sure, very expensive. 
and some Mission Beach surfers.
This photo was taken by a mother and daughter team from Minnesota and NYC, respectively. We bonded over the cold San Diego morning weather and ran into them periodically throughout the weekend. We were all so cold waiting for the ceremony to start, and it's hard to just stand there freezing for an hour. We were shivering and huddling together to keep warm. When we ran into that team at the first pit stop they said something like, You can tell you're from Arizona because you're still wearing your fleece.
We did shed our jackets right before the enormous hill at Torrey Pines State Park. In the photo below, we're approaching the first pit stop, but you can see other walkers already ascending the hill. It's an elevation gain of about 400 feet over the course of a mile.
Before we took to the hill, we had our photograph taken in our team uniforms. Jennifer made us shirts that said Cooking up a Cure, and we wore aprons and carried spatulas. The spatulas came in handy because we used them to high five all the supporters along the way. Because we all know I like to be germ-free.
It was a long and tough climb, especially because there weren't too many supporters along the hill. The San Jose Police bicycle fleet kept us going with their upbeat music and crazy antics. Once we got to the top of Torrey Pines State Park, we were happy again. Exhibit A: 
We got to see some fairways on the famous Torrey Pines Golf Course and we walked past the Torrey Pines Lodge. 
A few miles past Torrey Pines, we reached the second pit stop. Now someone had mentioned something about Uncrustables during the opening ceremony and Jennifer and I made a face at each other. Those things are horrid. Terrible. Disgusting. But let me tell you. When it's about 11 o'clock and you've been up since 4:30 and you've walked nearly 9 miles, you'll not only eat an Uncrustable, but you'll devour it and swear it was the best thing you've ever eaten. Sometime during my Uncrustable stupor, I thanked Jennifer for talking me into doing the 3-Day because so far it had been fun, exciting, and empowering. Jennifer, the smart one, suggested I hold onto that thought until Sunday.
And then we had Elvis cheering us on. How can this man not make you smile? The photo doesn't do this scene justice at all. His music was blasting and he was dancing just like Elvis.
We finally made it back to sea level and ate our lunch after walking 12 miles. Lunch wasn't very exciting. It was a bland chicken breast with fresh spinach and mushrooms, chips, an apple, and mini cookies. The Uncrustable was better.
By this time, we had already walked 16 miles and we were pretty well worn out. We knew we still had quite a bit to go, though, so all we could do was walk some more. We left the coast for a while and ventured into some quaint little neighborhoods.
After we literally turned the corner, we saw camp. 
And what a beautiful sight it was. As we approached the day's finish line, the sidelines began to fill with spectators cheering for us. I'm not going to lie; it was an emotional finish. Tears welled in my eyes, and I did everything to keep myself from sobbing. I had just walked over 22 miles--the farthest I've ever walked--and all these people were clapping and cheering and basically telling us how great we were for doing it. It's obviously not something that happens to me every day (or ever) so I just donned my sunglasses and crossed the finish. We were done walking for the day. Or so we thought....