I have to say, I don’t remember the hill. Yet, there it was, the trail dropping away from us at what seemed like a precipitous slope.
Okay, the trail was an asphalt path at least ten feet wide, and the slope wasn’t really that steep, but it was still enough to give me pause. It wasn’t, however, enough to give my dad pause.
Off he went.
Here’s the thing, though: The last time I walked this path near my parent’s house in Ohio, I was getting exercise during my extended stay for my father’s open heart surgery.
And now here he was, walking down that path. We didn’t go too far, and we didn’t go too fast, but he was walking it.
It was a nice little hike, and I hope to do it again sometime soon.