Friday, March 27th, 2015
I’ll never top that trip – the trip of a lifetime is over – with more of a lifetime to live.
A dozen days on horseback across the steppes of Mongolia last summer
an exotic culture
a tireless horse
a disappearing lifestyle
all garnished with the endorphins harvested at the edges of one’s physical limitations.
How can I top that trip?
At sixty years old, I didn’t expect a satisfying answer.
Take a look at this
a friend said, handing me a picture of a mountain in Africa.
I remember being polite –
I don’t do much hiking and vertigo is a real problem.
I must be addicted to something.