Yesterday, we took a hike. We looped a trail that I often ran when I was in my 60's. In those "younger" days, I would wake at dawn, leave alone, and cover 5 miles before breakfast.
We hiked for 3 1/2 hours. I'm slow mainly because I must watch my footing. I depend on Bob to warn me if he sees a bear or a moose. While hiking, the trail directly in front of me is my main focus.
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| Bald Mountain and a field of Senecio |
Of course, I also stop frequently to photograph the landscape.
He's endlessly patient. When he gets ahead, he stops to wait.
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| halfway point |
On the first half of the hike he would sometimes say, "How are you doing?"
Coming back, he didn't ask because he figured I had to keep going to get home!
I was happy to see the path leading to our back door.
At 80, I'm pleased with 5 miles even if it does take half the day to hike it.
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