Watson Lake boulder area outside of Prescott, Arizona.
The day I discovered my legs were no longer fit for clambering around on uneven surfaces and making quick, short hops to get down off of them.
I was 69 years old and trying to get down off these rocks without killing myself made me feel like I was 100!
I no longer had spring in my step.
It was a sobering discovery.
Now I'm 76, my goatee is even whiter and my legs are even weaker.
Damn! I hate these travels.