This weekend I got to hike with both generations. On Saturday, I met up with some women in my hiking group. I hadn't ever met them, but most of them turned out to be around my age. We laughed and talked all the way to an unmanned fire lookout in the park. It didn't hurt that it seemed to be Hot Guy Hiking Day...each one coming down the trail was cuter than the next, culminating in one we called "Captain America," who strode around the peak with perfect hair and a movie star face.
|"Captain America" is not in this picture, so stop looking.|
Each group was at different stages in their lives. The first group talked about their kids and places they had traveled. The second group, young enough to be my kids, talked about places they wanted to go and jobs they wanted to get. Despite that, they were similar where it counted. We were all amazed by the mountains. We all watched out for each other on the trail. We talked and laughed and told stories. We wondered about peak names and flowers. We were all happy to be out on the trail.
We really aren't so different. Maybe we just need to go hiking together more.