To turn seventy and look back on ten years retired is a good thing; to turn seventy and still be able to climb Mt. Baldy (10,064 ft. elevation) of your own free choice, is a better life moment; to know you are far from reaching seventy; perhaps priceless, for some. The moment is all yours.
Benjamin Franklin was once quoted as saying that many people die at twenty-five but, aren’t buried until they are seventy-five. Not anyone I saw or met today.
Those, young and old, that I hiked to the top of Baldy are friends and fellow adventurers; born of a generation whose energy level was not tempered or measured by the number of years lived. In my friend Shane’s desire for continued good karma he brought along Tibetan prayer flags that he promptly hoisted on a trekking pole. And then he also
Our senior hiker, just prior to his summit.
Always prepared. Fire pick anyone!
Norm showing off his Wounded Warrior challenge coins. Mt. Baldy elevation sign.
Above is what the start of a forest fire looks like. Below is how quickly it can spread.
promptly lost his hiking hat, at the summit. Shane’s wife baked him a cake and Shane packed watermelon, cantaloupe, beer, soda, and rum for all his friends to enjoy.
Today, hiking with friends everyone enjoyed an opportunity to share, recall and also hear present and past adventure stories, and catch up on present and planned adventures. The PCT runs near here and so do many now almost distant memories for me. Five years ago there were four of us on this hike, celebrating Shane’s birthday, today there were twenty-two friends; our youngest at fourteen years old and our oldest pushing eighty.
Enjoy a life well lived for the choice is always ours to make!