There was a time in my life when I was as sure footed as a goat and thought nothing of walking on the edge of cliffs such as the trail descending into the Grand Canyon in Arizona. But, that was half my life ago. These days I find myself a trifle nervous around steep descents such as this walk down from the Monkey Temple. I felt all 53 years in my bones as I held the railing and carefully descended from the temple.
With age creeping up on my I better hurry my travels because I have many miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I take the final sleep.