In the Middle of Somewhere

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As Pa says --- he's out there. Yet, interestingly enough, I got this message yesterday afternoon:

"hey deahl--have not heard from you in quite awhile and i am wondering
if all is well--it is tuesday afternoon, you must be working. write if
you get a chance, just to let me know that everything is alright. love
you deahl.

wood"

Good grief. You've got to be kidding me. He's in the middle of nowhere, been gone for months and months, not even trying to kick the motorcycle habit, and I'm here still working, still walking the dog every morning, still shoveling snow and mowing the lawn, and oh yeah, keeping up his blog, plotting his routes...all in a very safe community mind you, and he's worried about ME? That brother...

He is now on the east side of Parque Nacional Huascaran. [Read about it here: http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=es&u=http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_Nacional_Huascar%25C3%25A1n&ei=eWkmSub4EqLuMpfV8IQF&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=1&ct=result&prev=/search%3Fq%3DParque%2BNacional%2BHuascaran%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26hs%3DAkp]

I can only imagine the climbing dreams he is having...

I hope we can get a story or two out of him once he stops worrying about his very capable, self-sufficient, older sister who is now building her own garden, no thanks to the handyman brother. I'll be re-siding the garage before you know it.

-- luludilly