Perfect Afternoon

It was a perfect afternoon. Jonesy and I hiked for four or five hours and never saw a soul. I was thirty-five years old and my legs weren’t as bowed then, knees not as wrecked. We could hike all we wanted. I’ve got great audio journal entries from those hours… on cassette tape! Nirvana, Heaven, call it what you will, if it existed, would be enjoying endless days like these! August, 1998

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