Time, of course, doesn't stop. Life makes demands that must be met. I finished a masters degree, then a doctoral degree. I left education and became a psychotherapist in a variety of clinical settings. My opportunities to hike diminished. I got fat, aged, and forgot where my gear was stored. I committed to parenting and being a husband and a clinician with patients. These were (and are) all good things. But the ability of the wilds to teach and support parts of myself seemed to be forgotten. I really don't know how it happened one minute you're young and vigorous, the next you're graying, stiff in the mornings, and start looking for parking spaces really close to the door. I know that middle age is relative and physiological change individual, but we all get there; the realization that you're not 25 and you've lived more years than you have left. You realize, however, that things in the memory can be further developed and realized into new experiences. But not without doubt . . . Next - Too Late To Start Again?