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October 15, 2016


Great job! I'm sorry we couldn't have been there this time but it sounds like something you needed to do for yourselves. Also, what a brilliant teacher!

That's a much bigger climb than Mont St-Hilaire ;) Great photos of both of you. You look like you are 16 in the last one!

What a day for a hiking great adventure! And you have the pictures to prove it. Once again you inspire me.

Never too old for this!

Brilliant photos of two brilliant people. Can almost feel the clear air and smell the trees. What did you bring for the summit victory lunch? Hope it included a shot of cognac or similar.

Hi Beth,
Enjoyed your account of your day in the Adirondacks. Tell Jonathan I just loved his photos. Sue & I did a similar climb in Tremblant many years ago. Very demanding going up but even more so coming down.
Must try the walking sticks now as I too have a knee issue from a skiing mishap many moons ago!!!

What a great way to celebrate a long marriage! So glad you shared it in words and pictures, brought many happy memories rushing back, seems like only yesterday.. Thanks also to Dave for the link. Lucy

I take it you were an enthusiastic skier since this is not the first time you've referred to it. I wonder too whether it was sadder to have given it up through physical infirmity (as with you) or what I can only describe as mental infirmity (with me) in that among the high Alps, the Matterhorn off to my right, I discovered that after 25 years the knowledge, sense of balance, and instinctive movements had all deserted me. After all I was only in my early seventies.

More particularly this: although you did this climb with J, there would have been moments when you were concentrating on difficulties, and/or battling pain or fatigue when you were temporarily alone. Did music occasionally make itself felt? Did you you hum a little, la-la a bit? Even listen to the orchestra you carry around in your noggin? After all music's been with you a long time. In effect does music have an informal as well as a serious existence for you?

Me? I'd have been wrestling with a minor-key couplet in Lilacs. So undistinguished, so lacking in real melody (mine being the acccompanying voice in a duet, very much second-string to the soprano), so beset with banal words:

We'll soon forget our cares and pain,
And find such lovely things to share again

that they are as difficult as anything I've been asked to memorise. They might even have spoiled the ultimate view. Not your kind of problem.

Oh, Beth, this is glorious. What beautiful images, of beautiful places, and two beautiful people, too. :-)

Ha. You are just a couple of crazy kid and you're looking good! Lovely photos of what appears to be an off-the-scale for beauty fall (or autumn, as you say in the East.)

Beth, I've been thinking of you often lately for this reason and that. And I'm so glad I came here to check out your latest adventures. And adventures they are! What a glorious, if challenging, day. Thank you, as always, for sharing your stories and your images.

Nice! So glad we went up to Malone on the peak weekend and came back through Saranac Lake and Lake Placid and the Cascades. Great color this year.

(And I was just writing something about climbing Machu Picchu MontaƱa, and promising myself never again! Sheer drops are not my thing.)

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