Here is a tip for anyone wanting to celebrate their 75th birthday:
Do not do what I have done.
I had this silly notion I should go on a hike I had accomplished 10 years ago to prove I’m still the physical specimen I used to be.
The hike was on Jumbo Grade, a rocky path that climbs over 2,500 feet from Washoe Lake to Virginia City, Nevada. My friend Larry and I left early in the morning to begin the 9-mile trek.
We looked fabulous as we left the trailhead. I had purchased a new backpack and filled it with water bottles and energy bars that claimed to be “Kind.” I had cleaned up my hiking boots, and I wore a cowboy shirt that gave an appearance of ruggedness. On a scale judging personal pride and confidence, I was one grade above cocky.
Five hours later, I staggered into Virginia City. People kept their distance. A sympathetic elderly lady jumped up and offered me her seat on a park bench. Children stared at me and whispered secret messages to their playmates. Then they all laughed.
On my 80th birthday, I plan to stay in my air-conditioned living room and celebrate by sipping lemonade while watching Bonanza reruns.