Wichita Mountains 2013
Richard called up on a Monday morning and asked if I could take some time off to go shooting with him. Or just about anything else. This was supposed to be his vacation time with Abby but she has been sick and missing work so didn’t have any vacation time she could use. It was a spur of the moment thing for us to go out to the Wichita’s and hike our old stomping ground.
In my teens, I scampered up the rocks. In my twentys, I rock-hopped from boulder to boulder. In my thirties, I explored. In my forties, I hiked. Now, in my fifties, I pushed myself up the rocks. I have got to prepare better next time. The rocks got the better of me this time. I couldn’t go as long or as far as I thought I could.
It was all still good. But I think that I want a rematch. I’m particularly irritated that on one trail in the afternoon, I bumped my camera’s settings to M instead of A. And didn’t notice. An hour’s worth of shooting was completely over-exposed. Bummer.