There used to be a group of writers who met periodically to hike near my area, so I joined them a few times.
Well ! We'd start out together, but zoom - that was the last I saw of them. Every so often someone would slow down and walk with me for a time, then go rejoin the fast group. I realized that I'd have to continue walking alone at my own pace. ( hint- I use a cane for long walks. I'm fine puttering around my house without a cane.)
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I never was much of a hiker except when I was a kid back in Tarzana, California. My brother, 5 years older, and I would go hiking in the hills behind our house, and discovered all sorts of things, including the ruins of an old house, of which only the chimney still stood. I have wondered what the story was behind that!
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