Our soldier son is now a veteran and a full-time college student. We drove Eric up to Colorado State University in Fort Collins last week to help him move into the dorm and get settled before classes started today.
It was chaotic sleeping in a different bed every night from Tuesday through Saturday: Clayton, NM; Fort Collins, CO; Louisville, CO; Littleton, CO; Childress, TX. Still, it was good to break away from our house construction and all the issues that are currently raining down on it.
Toward the end of the week, my friend and former walking partner and I walked together again. She and I met in a fitness class in 2009, and when the class ended we started regularly walking the trails in our neighborhood, at least three days a week, five to six miles a day, going on five years—until we moved.
This is The Bitch Hill on our route:
We named it so, not because it was particularly difficult to ascend (elevation change about 200 feet) but because during the years we trekked it, our kids were teenagers in high school, giving us plenty of bitch material to unload every other day. We dumped a lot of frustrations along that hill.
It was good to walk our trail again. It’s one of things I sorely miss about Colorado.
Back to Eric: he is a tad nervous about returning to school after three-plus years in the Army, but I know he’ll do fine. He survived Afghanistan, for goodness’ sake.