Last Friday My guy and I went for a hike at a local wildlife refuge and park that I've never seen. We're not hardcore hikers, but we do like walking through nature and discovering local wildlife spots.
This place is very much like the Florida of my early childhood. There were woods right next to my house like this.
As I was taking photos my guy tripped on a stump remnant and fell. Because of old age equilibrium problems and some side effects of a terrible fall he took 25 years ago he's been doing this a couple of times a month this year. For the first time I wondered what would I do if he broke a hip and we were a mile from anyone who could help. It's hard to get a signal for the phone out here. He weighs almost two hundred pounds, I could maybe drag him a short distance but lifting and carrying him for me would be impossible. Fortunately he didn't injure himself this time.
Old age sucks.
I do love coming out into nature, because I find it endlessly inspiring. But I think for safety reasons from now on we should skip long hikes in the woods.
We made it to the lake at the end of the trail, where we took a rest and looked out at the water. The best part of living in lake country is enjoying quiet moments like this together.
On the way out we stopped to admire an old oak tree that sprouted in the same year that Thomas Jefferson was born. 282-year-old living history. :)
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She shaded him as best she could and was about to call paramedics, when someone noticed her and offered assistance.
I actually think about these things. Greg outweighs me by over a hundred pounds. If he were incapacitated, I would lay him on a packing blanket and drag him. I even keep a packing blanket in the car.
I read that some of those health alert panic buttons now use satellites instead of cell towers to work in dead areas.