December 20, 2003
too old anymore
This is a picture of me and the lovely Georgia at DeSoto Creek Falls, after we took a day hike up there when we were at Blood Mountain. It was a pleasant walk, but we used a "geezer bench" once for a respite on the way up. Hell, Georgia is almost as old as I am, even if she doesn't look her age.
That trail has a bench strategicially placed at the top of every climb on the trail. We named them "geezer benches" until we felt the need to sit and rest on one. Then, we were damn glad that they were available. It beat sitting on a rock to take a breather.
I remember my backpacking adventures with great fondness and nostalgia, but I believe that those days are over for me. The knees are gone, the back is shot and I simply am not as rugged as I once was. I do really well to claw my way out of bed every morning. The body I operate now is not fit to climb mountains anymore. The sumbitch is liable to break down on me when I least expect it, and that's not a good thing in the middle of nowhere.
I still enjoy camping, but I don't walk very far or very fast these days. I miss what I once was able to do. Maybe that's why I enjoyed this post as much as I did.
I might have done the same thing, once upon a time.
I can definitely relate to this "Old Geezer Post".There was a time that I hiked an Adirondack mountain in NY and hiked a mountain and spulunked a cave in Mexico all in the same day. The other night I had to climb the steps in Walton Arena after a Razorback Basketball game and I was huffing and puffing and my legs were killing me. I'd do it again just to watch my HOGS play. I love football games but Basketball is my favorite. I'll be huffing and puffing many more years.
Don't feel so bad. I use the 'geezer benches' climbing up to those scenic spots in the Jawja muntins, and I'm younger.
Of course, they're nice to sit on as you light another coffin nail.
In my thirties I decided that I must not be "old" or grown up enough, because I would still spontaneously break into a run, instead of just walking. Quite a few times in real high-heel shoes!
Now, I walk everywhere, I no longer break into a run.
I didn't even notice the day that I became "old."
Georgia's a helluva lot younger than you! I don't care what her driver's license says...she can still run circles around you.
You gimpy old farts are depressing me.
It's a matter of opportunity for practice, Steve. At 48, I'm not that much younger than Acidman, and I'm walking up Appalachian mountains still. I have the good fortune to live and work in the mountains, however, and I head into the hills every weekend the weather permits. I pass many hikers who are twenty years older than I am.
A sure sign of age:
Your mind is writeing checks
Your body can't cash
We are never truly sure of our beliefs.