I rose early at Sir Guy’s house, the weight of departure settling into the morning air. Sir Guy kindly prepared breakfast while I gathered my gear for the long journey ahead. My packs sat ready, each one carefully organized for the adventure that now stood before me. This was no longer preparation. This was a departure.

Sir Rockbear soon awoke and helped me load up for the drive to the Denver Air Dragon court. There was something ceremonial about the moment. The ride felt quiet but meaningful. We both knew this was more than a simple airport drop-off. This was the beginning of a true walkabout.