More folks out walking

If it was not for dogs, some folk would never walk and exercise their legs. Walking is very important, like the other blessings in your life, you really do not appreciate it until some thing physical PREVENTS you from doing something you have taken for granted.  Everyone can associate with that if they have lived 40 years.  although temporary, something will hinder you from an activity you have always taken for granted.

Most everyone who knows us, knows Sherry developed a dream to walk the  Appalachian Trail. Being in pretty good health, we read up some, walked a lot more than usual, and started. the first year we could only hike 100 miles. We found out that if your heels hurt, you ain’t gonna make it about 2200 miles.

So back to the drawing board for better shoe wear etc. for all I went thru hundreds of dollars for boots, I found that tennis shoes with ‘super feet’ inserts was my best bet. I had to cut a slice in the toe to allow the shoe to breath and cool my feet.  also it keeps the toe nail on your toes.(LOL)  Sherry lost most of her toe nails until I cut the ends of her shoes also.

We are trying to walk at least a 2-4 miles a day now. The reason I started this is my heel has bothered me for about two months, it is finally feeling much better. Sometime this summer we want to get back to the NE and try to finish the trail. We have decided that some of the trail Sherry will by my support as I hike.  Meeting me at trail crossings with some crackers, p-nut butter and a KISS!  Or something like that. hahahaha.

Anyway I think the spring has brought more walkers out even down here in Florida.  Walking is a good healthy exercise, and at our age we need all the help we can get. LOL

In the ‘100 mile wilderness’ approaching the Final mountain of the AT, there is very little communications and no place for supplies or any help. Some of you know Fred Alton. He is considering hiking the 100 mile wilderness with me. That would be a treat. We became friends in the late 1950’s when he was in the Coast Guard and I was in the USAF. We were separated by life. He became a missionary, and I ended up with the military.

We have reconnected and are enjoying it. This trip is dependent on his health. He is one tough cookie, but right now he is in the roughest battle of his life. It would be a pleasure to have his wisdom, and walking a 100 miles together should give us many hours around a camp fire to talk about what we have been doing. Plans are made and plans are changed.

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

This sign in the Doctor's office, Rome :
SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES (What is he saying?)

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We had two cars in Biloxi, Mississippi, the 1953 Plymouth

(Hey ladies remember the MATERNITY CLOTHES? That is Sherry carrying our first born son, Jack.)

This is jack driving our next car a 1955 Ford.

My bride and Jack on the hood of that ‘55 with fender skirts!