Hiking

by Sara McDonald

I’ve always attributed my love of hiking to Dad. When we lived in the yellow house he often liked to walk downtown after work or on weekends. I remember begging him to let me go with and even at age 5 or 6 would say yes with the condition that I had to walk the whole way. Inevitably I would make it all the way down and even back up Chillicoot, but then would run out of steam and he would have to carry me on his shoulders the rest of the way. Despite this, he kept letting me come along.