Each, At Our Own Pace
“What? Me too!” I said.
We lived a mere two blocks from one another and met in this little patch of wilderness. How odd and cool.
Alas, it was time to shove on. Wilson, Bill and I were heading back to our cars, taking the Gale River Trail. It’s long, but it’s mostly flat. And Bill, who sometimes struggled going up steep terrain, flew heading down. He shot out, far outpacing Wilson and I.
When we caught up with him, I told him his name from now on was “Lightning.”
We made the four miles to the trailhead in under two hours. We had cooked, and I was proud that for the first time my knees didn’t even have a twinge of pain or discomfort.
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