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Hike 

They called it an, “adventure walk”. The name made me smile as I laced up my boots. Gabe, Abby, and Eva, cousins I had only met for the first time two days ago, bussled about alternating between getting ready and whatever distractions each of them managed to find. Dave, their grandfather, helped his son Andy…