Tuesday, September 27, 2016
TUESDAY TRAVELS
May 4, 2009.
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.
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.