Have you ever met a cook who has never ever prepared one single meal and, lives with a hooker?
The 90 minute walk was easy and certainly popular. Finding a solitude spot to eat the fuel carried and view the 3,724 metre mountain was unanimous – noise from the glacier headwaters muffled human chit chat.
Activity of late has been restricted to that of which accommodates the healing of the shoulder. Making memories of this type, was something welcomed with open arms. Okay, with one good arm in my situation.
The cook and the hooker – a co-habitation relationship you have just got to meet.