Over cinnamon tea my friend, Donna, invited me to the Grand Canyon. Of course I'd like to go. "Have toothbrush will travel," is my motto. Then she said she wanted to hike it. (gasp) My size eight foot was perfectly lodged in my size five mouth.
I was a behind-the-desk woman. I liked my heels and hose, my hair to stay in place, gourmet meals, air conditioning or I wouldn't go, did not like to perspire, and do like to park close. But when I gave my word I kept it.
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