Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Get me a walker. . .

This isn't about Skippy Jr. It's about me. My good friend Eric is in town and last night we hung out. We decided to go to a park we used to go to in our younger years, climb on some bluffs to watch look over the river. . .

We climbed down the old trail to some lower cliffs and decided not to climb all the way down to the river and train tracks (his smart decision). I decided I would climb up the moderately hard way while Eric hiked up the trail (my bad decision). One short climb later to relive a little of my youth and today my knee is killing me.

When did I get old?

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