So much of the enjoyment found in hiking is planning the trip. Getting organized, discussing plans with family, laughing about this could be it for your mama, son. He already mentioned the story he'll tell at my funeral and I quickly said, "There'll be none of that, child. You must get to my body before your grammie does. Plus, I'm gonna live to be at least a hundred and eight."
"Or you may die next month," he reminds me.
Today I am grateful to live through our next trip.
I'm just going to go ahead and claim that one here and now.
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