Here you go. Out into the cold, clean air for a thirty-seventh anniversary hike. The trail was rough, up and down with large rocks to step around and plenty of holes to break your leg. “I’m not going up there,” she said, at an uphill section that resembled a barely-groomed rock slide, but she did. After about a mile, we hiked down the hill to a nearby paved road to have an easier walk back to the car. There was virtually no traffic, but it was freezing. We marched along the empty asphalt in the shade of the cliffs as the sun went down.
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