Crutches

A lifetime ago you were 18. All region cross country. You literally jogged up the mountain. Last time you went, you brought friends that couldn’t make it past the halfway mark. So it’s actually been about seven years since you made the top. Had an interesting discussion with someone on their mutual appreciation for HMS Warspite yesterday. Most likely the only warship and all of naval history to actually give negative fucks. Even Warspite had to get refits. Do you need these dorking trekking poles? Whatever. You did enjoy the waterfalls. Made notes in Psalms, right now for some reason they only book you can read and absorb. Found a couple that spoke to you, and then found 77.

You sat there on a massive rock as the water rushed all around you and couldn’t help but think that whoever wrote it literally meant it for you, at that place, that time, in that state.

Dad told you a nice little place to eat at Travelers rest called Whistle Stop. Sounds nice. Check in. Get some food. Go to CVS and get enough NyQuil to knock your ass out early to make sure you get sleep. Be at the rock at 10am. And be ready.

We will see what you have learned.