Lynnie, Pat, Juneau and I returned to Indian Camp Creek Park in February, on a semi-warm afternoon during a particularly cold winter in St. Louis. I truly can't remember a winter this cold, one that made me feel old, immobile and powerless. This particular day went from sunny to overcast. We'd all been at Susan's, Lynnie's sister's, watching Paul paint, playing with Zen baby Henry and eating Bread Co.. That afternoon, sans Paul, we went for a short hike at Indian Camp Creek--Juneau on the long leash I bought her last summer at Walmart in Troy. Pat and I were slow; nursing various maladies that I won't outline on this blog in case I ever decide to make it public again.This was a turning point for me, however, because from this day until March 14 (today), I have felt almost normal again and have been able to walk and to hike.
We all went to Llewellyn's in Winghaven afterwards--drank some beers and talked.
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