Every day on our way back into Chenjean's little village from a hike we would pass this scene. Don't know what used to be there, but this gate swings open to a sheer fifteen-foot drop. One day I'd like to uncover what surrounds it to see if there's evidence of long-gone steps, or perhaps a bridge leading across the valley. We could also ask Chenjean's dad, as he was a doctor and knows this area intimately, hoofing every nook and cranny of these peaks and valleys on his way to house calls. For now, though, its presence and function remains a mystery...
Oh, speaking of Chenjean's dad, this is her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Sweetheart!
And while on the subject of girlfriends and birthdays, this comes to mind. When I was but a youth I had a serious girlfriend - actually a fiancé, with ring and everything - who was: a) the youngest of her siblings in a moderate-to-large family, b) a subordinate twin, and c) with a birthday falling on September 4th. Chenjean also is guess what: a) the
youngest of her siblings in a moderate-to-large family, b) a subordinate
twin, and c) with a birthday falling on September 5th! I'm very glad it didn't work out with the other girl, and that it did work out with Chenjean, but you gotta wonder about providence...
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