Gordon offered to take me over the run course again. Has been staying there for the past month, and knows each rock and root by name. Knew when he said: “This little tree hasn’t grown for seven years”, that I was in finest company.
Watching him move across the terrain, picking his steps, launching off rocks, onto one submerged, onto another, was far out. Masterful. He could probably have gone over there faster than me blindfolded. Realised how much time I would have to spend here some year to have a crack at it. Was four hours in rain, snow falling near by. Longs, head to toe. Hope I can return the favour to Gordon some day. Such a quietly inspiring character.
