No mercy for the 75-year-old padre. Up before dawn for a round-the-country journey that took him from Buffalo to Atlanta to Las Vegas, there was no time to rest upon landing.
First we made sure my seldom-used bike had properly inflated tires for our ride/run the following day. The last time it was used was when the Senior Ham rode it along the LV Marathon course while the younger Ham ran.
Then it was off to tackle another challenging Red Rock Canyon Trail. This time it was La Madre Springs. Cutting the old man no slack, we proceeded on, up a rocky, hilly road. As Dad began to run out of gas he turned back and I ran ahead to the springs. That was almost the bitter end. Our paths were not exactly in sync on the return route and we almost missed each other. But as fate would have it one trail led to another and we made it back to the trailhead without setting off an emergency search and rescue effort.
To reward Dad for his strenuous effort I cooked him a pasta and sausage dinner and as a bonus the sausage was not actually sausage but a spicy soy substitute.
Paradise is where I am.--VOLTAIRE
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