Swan song

My Dad had a swan song; he thought that it would be a great thing if his three sons got together with him in Colorado one last time to hunt big game.  It never happened, the three of us were strung out across several states and had employment responsibilities that neccessated us to stay on the job.

But then " a swan song" was a mythical thing anyway.  It was thought that a swan was mute its whole life and then when it was about to die it harped a low melody.  While not true it did make for good poetry.  But still to do one last great thing while I still could became synonymous  to a "swan song".

A while ago I was speaking with L.L. ( best friend ever) of how we used to bike Moab and how much I truly missed the gang being together and just the whole "enchilada"" of the biking, camping, laughing, music, and the fire.  We both agreed that it was "better to have loved and lost then to have never have loved at all".  After some deep thought I came to the conclusion that what I was really missing was when I wore a younger mans clothes.  The hard biking days are over, the marathon days are over, was all I had left, "I remember when"?   Several years ago I thought-my swan song would be hiking rim to rim in the Grand Canyon with Ed ( best friend ever) but alas trying to couple personal schedules around government permits negated it.

When Steve first turned me on to De El Camino de Santiago it hit me loud and clear, this could be my Swan Song.  This could be the last great adventure, or with luck and blessings another great adventure.  Even at my age I don't need to just sit in the back yard and stare at sunsets.  Not quite yet anyway.

D-Day mines 2

To be continued.......