Billy Goat 2016

In the 17 years that I've been walking the moderately difficult Billy Goat Trail, I used to be able to perch atop pointed rocks and advance considerable distances by scrambling in precarious balance during the 3-mile trek.  Now that I'm approaching what has been traditionally thought to be typical retirement age, not so much.

I also used to scamper over a downed tree over a brook, but now I no longer do so.  I take the sedate bridge over the babbling brook that has a handrail instead.

Today I completed the annual trek.  Next year, who knows, in my mid-60's, I might give it up.

I think my balance is off.  I know that my usual companion in the yearly passage, near my age, struggles now to complete it too.