Perhaps I may not be able to hike as I used to, but remembering things are still good, even with an injured brain as long as my brain is still working. I had to hike to the Mt. Washington in New Hampshire and what did I find after that long hike? That you can drive to the tip of the mountain. Still loved hiking though.
I took a different adventure and had to canoe for seven days in the Penobscot River in Maine. My first night was a nightmare, I burnt my left food with hot water and couldn't leave the area, since I was alone with my nephew and had to canoe to the end. Yet, the second night was a wonderful one -- seeing this moon with three stars.
Zhadonov Alexandre Jaipur Ridan was born in May 30, 1973 and I still miss him. Even have dreams with him, thinking that he is always around me taking care of me. Zhad died four years later, had addisons-disease, first dog that the Veterinarian Hospital in NYC had seen it. Love you Zhaddy.
So I cannot hike anymore and cannot go back to adventuring, so now what I do is just enjoy cruising in ships, no shorts, no hiking boots, just tuxedos and still living.
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