Sometimes a person tends to ignore one's own backyard in search of greener pastures elsewhere. Over the last week, we enjoyed three local hikes, particularly up Iron Mountain (see below) and today's at Mount Woodson.
We met two fellows who once again did not realize we are from San Diego. We can excuse people in different parts of the country and world not knowing we're locals. However, it is inexcusable for San Diegans to still get it wrong after 22 years.
Our separate meetings were not without incident. John agreed to take a picture or two of us on the 'surfboard', Jen's maiden 'surf'. We stood on the edge together for a photo. John needs serious help with his technique—we will now have to hike this 8-miler up a tough incline of 2,300 feet again and hope we find someone willing to take a picture of us...and that the person is competent. John 'shot' blanks, a first on that camera.
Then there was Tony. He passed us on the way up and barely returned our greeting. (He was only able to pass us because...we had to tie our bootlaces again—nice try, Jeffrey). There is a lesson to be learned even if a person does not wish to be naturally friendly. When we arrived at the peak, we mentioned to Tony that we thought he looked extremely red in the face. 'I am used to steep climbs,' he answered, 'but not this steep and long. I have 'run out' of water and feel ill.' We gave him most of ours then after he left, we remembered we had grapes with us. They were the sweetest we have eaten.
We have been on the 'surfboard' aka 'potato chip' before as you might have noticed. We wonder if we are a little immature as we approach our sixtieth year—we certainly hope so. As Jen usually says,'If we're having a mid-life crisis, we might as well enjoy it.' Amen!
Chag Sameach and Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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