As a kid, I was lucky. I had a grandfather who loved to hike. We hiked together in the desert, the hills, the mountains and the canyons in and around Palm Springs, California. He was an active adult before the phrase became popular.
He died at the age of 72, doing what he loved, hiking along a mountain desert trail here in Palm Springs. I should be so lucky, someday in the very distant future!
I took a two mile hike with a friend yesterday to the waterfall in Tahquitz Canyon, which, amazingly, is within walking distance to downtown Palm Springs. On the way down, I passed a young man and the older man he was hiking with – who looked to be in his 70s – who were on their way up the hill.
As they passed, I couldn’t help but wonder which is better for your heart, the strenuous exercise or the wonderful memories? I’m lucky to say I have both.
I’m also lucky to live in Palm Springs, a town with some of the best hiking in the world.