Quechee Gorge…

Sometimes the Gods are just with you.  Like today with the perfect weather to hike down to the bottom of the Quechee Gorge in VT.  Down was fine, up was tougher, but the flip flops might have had something to do with that.  We were sitting on a bench catching our breath on the way up when a hiker our age was heading down.  I offered to move over so he could join us on the bench but he declined, but he told us that in Greece we say______, and he rattled off a phrase.  “It means Old age shits,”  he said.  We agreed.  Then we rewarded ourselves with molasses ginger snap ice cream cones, and sang to Kathy’s Simon and Garfunkel tapes all the way home…

 Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

We didn’t even cry…


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