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(Dodging Cars and Smelling Roses in Time of Plague) Cuteness Explosion “Shall we put our feet where they were last time?” Geri asked, smiling. “You bet.” We stood hand in hand in Cuesta Park, where we’d first had our view … Continue reading
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(Memories of the Tooth’s First Bite) Calling in the Past, Hiking On There was something I hadn’t told Geri yet as we stood together in Bubb Park a week after our first hike. “So there’s something I always do,” I … Continue reading
I was once a world class backpacker. Now I’ve got a nerve disease that makes my legs so weak I can barely hike a few miles in a day, even without a pack. And of course the world is closed … Continue reading