I was excited to hike at Cascade River on the Superior Hiking Trail near Lutsen. I remembered when Barry and I hiked it years ago with our friends, the Duffys. It was June 1980 and Joe, Patsy and I had finished running Grandma’s Marathon the day before. We decided to stay and relax for a couple of days before heading home. I remember it being hard to hike on sore, stiff legs after the race. But it was fun, and we did not get lost. That evening we went dancing at Lutsen Resort. Ahh, to be in my 20s again!
Barry was my cheerleader
Now years later, I was hiking the same trail, trying not to get lost. But I was so deep in memories that I got turned around again. But it was okay. It felt good to remember all the fun trips we had with friends like the Duffys. I also thought about Barry riding his bike alongside me, cheering me on at the finish of the marathon. “You’re almost, almost there. You can do it!”
Barry was always proud of everything I did. When we were at book events, he called himself Mr. Nancy Carlson. He was my biggest cheerleader. Now each day as we move forward with this awful dementia, I have to remember all the times he was there for me. It can be really hard now when Barry doesn’t ask about what I am working on. And it’s hard when he gets angry at me for asking him not to shower at 3:00 a.m.! He doesn’t even know about the 60 hikes I am currently making in commemoration of my 60th
Today I was glad I was lost long enough to remember some of those fun times. Once again, I found a road — Highway 61 — after ending up in someone’s yard. Iwalked along the highway to my car.
If getting lost is an art, I am an old master at it!
Cascade River State park http://www.superiortrails.com/cascade_river.html