Last weekend, I went to Moab, Utah with
this gorgeous gaggle of gals.
The hiking just about as fabulous as the company.
BUT, it was NOTHING like the trips my husband and I used to take to Moab in the 1970s. We drank out of the potholes, slept under the rocks, and did some ridiculous climbing to enjoy the red rock vistas.
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Big old mountains. You know, I don't think I like hiking much. Sitting on a horse who is hiking sounds a little better. And I worry about you doing too much, crazy woman. But it looks like you had a great time. And I'll tell you a secret - though I don't know the gals you went with - you remember that scene where Fred Astair dances with the hat rack? The one that inspires everybody to say, "He can make ANYBODY look like a graceful dancer"? Well, I think you could be dropped into the middle of depressed puddle of self sorry people and turn them into graceful company. it's your gift. One of them.
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