I opened my eyes last Sunday morning at 6:49am. Falling back to sleep was useless. I was up, mind racing — what to do on this beautiful Indian summer day? I can count on one hand the number of people that I could call at that hour who wouldn’t curse me out; Maggie is one. She’s always up for catching a few worms with me when dawn breaks on the weekend.
Me: “You up? Want to go for a hike…a little walk in the woods?” Mags: “I’m still in bed. What time?” Me: “30? Just get up and go?” Mags: “Ok. I’ll drive!” And, our adventure began. We hiked along the Hudson River where New Jersey becomes New York. We noodled over problems big and small while breathing warm, restorative air deeply into our lungs.
