Called my brother Pat after school to go hiking. We left his house and headed to Matson Hill, a trail he likes to bike two or three times a week, weather and work schedule permitting. Discovered zoom on camera because the depress switch is beginning to malfunction on and off. . .took a pic of this deer that was very close to us, just off the trail. So many deer everywhere. . .
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| Profile of the man, Pat Coleman, age 41 |
A pleasant hike. Pat said we took the Hayes Loop, but around 6 or so, I decided we'd never make it out before dark--and I was hoping to meet up with Paul at the Amsterdam Tavern for a few pints, then dinner somewhere in the city. Pat called Lynnie and made a dark joke involving family death that I won't mention--about why he'd be late to her sister's daughter's birthday party.
We ended up hiking out in the dark--Pat not missing a step even though he's normally blind. He picked up two rocks in case of mountain lions, although I believe the marks on the trees were deer or human made--but we each kept a rock as a memento. Arrived back at the car on a cool, cloudless night around 7:40 p.m..
