October 4, 1968
Mom counting one two . . .
Ten perfect toenails.
Chasing my brother
49 years, 5 months, 7 days later
On the Appalachian Trail.
Going up so we can go down,
Over hill and dale,
As they say.
Lifetime memories of
Snow, sleet, rain, wind,
Sun.
A long section hike,
Well short of my goal.
I want more.
10 perfect Colorado toenails
In two slightly tight shoes,
And then there were eight.
(update, and now there are seven…)
