“We cannot miss this local hike, up and down the 1200 feet morro, can we?” our editor mentioned.
‘Of course not,’ we replied. However, we both knew that was only half an answer. Truth be told, it’s the bouldering at the peak that counts—that gets the juices flowing. Of course, it's where the danger lies so we take extra care when maneuvering on the boulders. We are reminded harshly when we see a memorial on the peak to a deceased youngster who was not careful enough. Our minds don’t need plodding—they are very good in sensing danger.
Most of the hikers are locals at Bishops and just like us, ‘mere youngsters’. Many are college students, exuberant and athletic. We notice that the young men like to remove their tops and either show off their manly builds or tan their skin. We don’t know which or maybe it’s both. We asked of our editor whether we should get with the program and remove our shirt, too. After all, our imagination tells us that the body is still young and firm. ‘Great idea,’ she replies. We wait for her follow through and sure enough, she never fails us. “Perhaps you should ask Gavin whether you can borrow his broad shoulders and large muscles.” In future, we think we should cease requesting her opinions. We sulked a little and then wondered why only the boys removed their shirts. This so-called egalitarian society confuses us immensely in its inconsistencies.
“How’s the bouldering going for you?” We asked our editor, trying to be friendly. ‘I like the SLO bouldering,’ she replied. ‘There’s nothing slow about this activity. In fact, it’s quite dangerous but thrilling,” we replied to her nonchalant comment. ‘Once again you miss the point. SLO is the name of the city—San Luis Obispo. Everyone knows that…well nearly everyone.’
Contrary to our earlier nonsense, we were the oldest on the trail. The day before there was only one other person on Cerro Alto. However, on town hikes, we find that many locals use the track as a fitness-building tool. Just like the trail at Koko Head on Oahu, many young people come out to test their prowess. We test whether the majority of our organs are functioning. We conversed with quite a few young people on the boulders at the peak. Back ‘home’ wherever that is, we seldom have an opportunity to listen to the younger generation. We had a good chat across the rocks with Chris and Levi yesterday. Chris reminded us of our son, Robbie.
Well, we finally went green. Note the color of the short pants. Thank you. What about the shirt? Black. Everyone knows that black absorbs the heat thus helping to conserve energy while re-charging the batteries. ‘What batteries are those?’ Our editor wants to know. Inquisitive dame she is. “Perhaps you spent too much time smelling the vines in Santa Maria. You may be a little tipsy,” she declares. Honestly, we are beginning to think that we are a real tzadik—the way we put up with the abuse. And do we ever say anything bad or nasty to our editor. Who? Us?
A great Shabbos and good weekend to all.
Jenni and Jeffrey
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