First, we had to celebrate one of our first sustahs entry into the fifty-twelfth year of life. Norma, at left, along with Kathy, Gary and Gertrude sneaked past that milestone, but not without lots of celebrating. Norma even joined us for our training hike after lunch.
We were on the verge of obtaining Chef Sara Lipensky’s recipe for her signature pie, when we got lost in the splendor of actually eating it. We totally lost our senses. It’s that good.
Nevertheless, we did seven miles along the beautiful new River Walk along the Tombigbee River through downtown Columbus. It was fun until it was over. I wore my new hiking boots which weren’t meant for straight line walking. I am now unable to walk. I have blisters on the balls of both my feet the size of a half dollar (you remember how big those were!). At left, Marie is saying “Come on Emily, why are you walking on the sides of your shoes? Stop sucking your thumb, you baby. Catch up.”
I retorted, “I can’t because the tread is worn off the bottom of both my feet.”
Oh, she’s such a harsh task master. She’s trying to get me ready for our big hike this weekend at Sipsey State Park in Alabama. I have to grow new feet by Friday.
I’m not missing this experience. If anyone knows how to resolve the blister problem, please let me know.