A friend of mine wants to go backpacking, so do I. We used to go all the time, back when we were young. He used to regularly kick my butt then, and I was in pretty good shape. Oh, we went some places.
He has been working as a park ranger, doing trail maintenance, for, 20 years, at least. I've been sitting on my can, getting lazy. I really want to go, but I think he might kill me. He has come close a couple of times before. He has also shown me some of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, well worth the pain. If I go, he is going to want to climb something. I'm not sure I'm up to it.
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