Just talking, in Swings and walking

Historical Photo:

              Old Union station, Dallas Texas early 1900s
We enjoyed the swing some and then went for our 2 mile walk.  WE just returned, the male part of this team has a sore toe, his back is touchy and a knee made him limp a little. BUT….
Sherry and I have two main things we do to relieve stress and also bond our marriage more. There are other activities that compliment life, but less often enjoyed. WE love swinging. Sherry loves walking while I like to walk.  Of course there was that time she said, “Let’s walk from Georgia to Maine, lots of people do it.” So of course I ‘humored her’ (Knowing YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS) but the girl was serious. So we tried. Most folk know we only walked about 1900 miles. The entire trail is about 2178 miles.

Since the trail isn’t always wide enough to walk side by side we were leading or trailing the other by up to ¼ mile. We were in our own world of thought.  Many days I listened to tapes of Spanish trying to learn, I was not successful.
Many people ask, “Did you lose weight?” I usually say no, but I gained a shoe size, and I did.

Normally we had a fire at night.  That brought back memories of campfires that we loved camping with the boys. We talked about the day’s hike, things we had seen and where we were headed. So, to more things we both like, watching water cascade over rocks and staring into a fire as the flames jump and weave patterns into the sky.
Once a grouse scared the daylights out of Sherry as it screeched and ran just in front of her acting like her wing was broken. Of course our attention followed the little hen. We learned later that is a defensive move to get our attention from her nest that is close by.
My girl got tough mentally. When she was leading, instead of screaming when she saw a snake, she would casually step over it or point it out, and go around.
Just a note, she hated spider webs worse than snakes.
Nite Shipslog
PS: Today we put Nephew Rick on the plane for Saudi after we dropped by to see his mom and dad for the last time before departing. Once back in Saudi, Rick will have traveled 16,000 miles in a week. The furthest we have been from our parents is GITMO. But even then when you left, you were praying it would not be the last time you would ever see them.

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