bush bound

by underswansea


Hunter and I are heading out hiking tomorrow. We are going to a busy spot. Usually I try to avoid crowds, but it has become impossible on long weekends. Hunter is off to the school in  Calgary at the end of this month. I will miss him. He has agreed to go hiking with me out of mercy, I’m sure. My legs aren’t what they used to be. I used to be able to cover a lot of ground in the bush. But not any more. Tomorrow I will hike slow and steady. Curse the roots that catch my feet, and slide uneasy on scree. If I could, I would run up one of the mountains. Instead I will look for a small tarn we can have lunch beside. He won’t say much but he will tell me a lot of things I don’t know. I only hope I can do the same.