As we were unloading our hiking gear from the cars yesterday at Camp Alta Mons near Shawsville, my pal Susan said, “I’m going in.”
That meant she was going to swim under Stiles Falls when we reached the top of our hike. “Me, too,” I said quickly, taking mental note that I’d have to get into the water in my undies, which were red.
And we did.
For people our age–me 74 at the end of this month, she … well … not in her 30s any longer–that was a big deal, a big commitment. But hell and high water would not keep us from it … and they didn’t.
Here are photos of us, the falls, the hike, and the sheer joy of it all.
We capped the hike with a little lunch. Actually, with a lot of lunch.