“On a given day, on a given circumstance, you
think you have a limit. And you then go for this
limit and you touch this limit, and you think,
‘Okay, this is the limit’.
And so you touch this limit, something happens
and then you suddenly can go a little bit
With your mind power, your determination,
your instinct, and the experience as well, you
can fly very high.”
― Ayrton Senna
That quote from some time ago I shared on Facebook – today they turned up as a memory on Facebook.
“My most memorable ride. Thanks to all the hiking I did that carried me through.”
Jun 28, 2011 – All was once again well in the thru-hike Trawlercat hiking world. Another Sunday, a different marina and I find myself rowing a Walker bay ………………..
This event ended my thru hike as I now recall. I remember sitting on Kimball’s walker bay boat rowing (you) Patti an Australian shepherd named Jessie and a recent new energetic chocolate lab pup I named Lucy.
Somehow as pups always do, they get into mischief. This one managed to wrap the anchor, mooring lines all around her and soon was a bawling pup.
I should’ve just chucked her overboard.
The younger less tempered Ralph would’ve without giving it a second thought except for the high price of the dog.
The new Ralph that you’ve worked hard at times to open up this heart of mine – twisted around without a problem at your request- unwrapping the pup and delivering her to you.
I still remember your grateful smile. And then the next day I could not even get out of bed.
Like I like to say and still do – no good deed goes unpunished.
We still have one of those two dogs with us.
Those memories and others are safely tucked into my inner soul – for You and me – We got a late start so, we ran faster than most couples to catch up.
Here’s to the kid in all of us!
April 24, 2019
That was then and this is me writing to you now. Look at the pictures below and tell me if I did not bring that little girl out in you, and yes at times,
many times in fact; totally scared the living crap out of you.
And how you kept coming back for more.
You often tried but, never could quite keep up with me.
I recall a time, long ago now, on a bicycle, on one of my long training runs.
How the horse shit on the trail kept getting caught in your rims as you tried avoiding the ruts and rocks; how that beautiful fresh horseshit kept splattering up your legs, body and arms.
How we returned to our little hovel of a place, how I picked you up clothes and all and tossed you and I into the spa – horseshit, clothes and all. How we laughed in each other’s arms. Those are the memories and more that ai now treasure. Me, a romantic, I think not.
Now why would anyone in their right mind find this a romantic thing? Yet I somehow do.
If my timing turns out right we should have a decade or possibly two of good living ahead of us. And if not, we’ll then you can get a refund on my return flight and bury me on the Camino.
Here is to our continued history together. May the years continue to flow along with many more memories- together. And may god bless us all until St Peters gate welcomes.
Your loving husband.
Ralph/Rafa/Rafael/Papa or the good guy