We completed a challenging hike today. 1800 foot elevation gain over about four miles (and then a much easier four mile return). My phone is almost 100% charged. And I am equally proud of both facts.

For our first trip together, some twenty-eight years ago, our parents gave us prepaid calling cards. And then every few days either Corey would call her mom or I would call my mom. And then that mom would call the other mom to let her know we were OK.

This is usually the point where Corey or Henna will answer my reverie with an “Old Man Noel.” They do it every time. But honestly I can’t help myself. In fact I seek out. Like at work when I ask an intern if they know what a dial tone is (the answer is usually no). Or I pour over my road atlas, intent to see an even better way out west.

Old Man Noel can still get himself into some pretty cool spots. He just does so more slowly (and doesn’t mind being passed on the hiking trail). Noel also still likes to hang out by the fire (but usually calls it a night around ten). His wife though is still young and beautiful. Some things will never change.