Frank and I met up tonight for dinner at a restaurant in Cape May, New Jersey.
My friend drove down from his home near Philadelphia and we spent a great evening chatting about our mutual love of epic outdoor adventure and the challenges presented by stuff like bad knees, issues with vision and the changes in general that go with being in your 60s. I can assure you, though, that there was no whining.
I owe Frank a big meal at a nice restaurant someday, and hope he can make it up to Alaska to collect on that debt there. I’d like to think that I could show him even half the good time that we had tonight.