Then again, maybe not.
After being bored beyond belief watching the ANA in the flesh yesterday, I decided to do the Araby Trail once more but this time solo.
I started at 8:30 instead of noon and eschewed the forced, goose-stepping pace set by drill sergeant Mark Scott. It took me twenty-five minutes to reach the fifteen-minute mark we set together and a total of fifty-five to the top. Not bad. I’m in better shape than I thought.
I actually thought of following a different path down but didn’t wish to bite off more than necessary. I did look for an alternate route on my phone and one of the options was a ride on Uber for $9.00. That technology needs tuning.
If I had the cash, I’d spend the winter here and explore more trails.
My brother Ron goes under the knife in Orlando for bypass surgery tomorrow. Happy thoughts.
ANA volunteers were issued trousers with their uniform but shorts are allowed starting today. Too many old folks over-heating.
One of the caddies had a home-made pizza party yesterday and both Dave and Rob attended. Good eats I heard.
Just cleaned out all the outdated edibles in Dave’s fridge. There was stuff there from 2010!