
Senior Moments
My 75th birthday rolled around on the 15th of this month. There was no big celebration. No party. This was, as it has always been in the past, my preference.
Joyce bought me a new backpacking tent, some tent stakes, an 8L Exped dry bag, a couple polycro ground sheets for my floorless backpacking tents, and a small REI Flash 18 backpack for our day hikes on camping trips.
I may be old by some measurements, but I can still do most things I did decades ago. I must temper this with the fact I have been lucky to inherit good genes, been fortunate not to develop any disease, and never been involved in any sort of serious accident. Good luck is nothing to discount! However, at 75, I am beginning to notice I am not as fast nor as strong as I once was. It is a reminder that we don’t live forever.



I’m back from another camping trip at an area administered by the National Park Service. Even though the Government Shutdown has been in effect for over a month, everything went well, even the fabulous weather, which the government has no control over.