I’ve been catching up on my journal-writing from our late May trip to New Mexico, and will get back to it eventually, but first, a few words about this moment. I am sitting on the deck at “Serenity Sunset” — the nickname for our home near Asheville, North Carolina. It’s 4:45 on a Friday afternoon. Buck is downstairs pumping iron, continuing to sculpt his beautiful, quintessentially male bod. Stepson Richard, his wife Sharon and their girls are on their way in from seeing Chimney Rock Park. Tonight we’ll celebrate our last evening of Summer 2001 together. The weather is fabulous and we’ll grill fresh chunks of salmon on the deck this evening. It’s been a super visit.
I am, however, still nursing my wounds from falling face first onto rocks in the Big East Fork Trail of the Shining Rocks Wilderness on July 4.