Worth it

One thing I miss these days is hiking. So when I find a short doable trail and I realize I have time to myself and even a walking stick and enough water, I spring for it.

Today, halfway around Iceland on a cruise with Rob and 7 other Reids, my favorite husband ventured off the ship for the first time. It was live music in a tiny town up a fjord that called him. We needed to thumb a ride for the last two blocks to the venue, and beg a ride back to the boat but hey, we finished uninjured. I’ll admit to a wash of tears during the last duet when the couple who had sung here-to-fore in Icelandic, switched to English for Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird. It was beautiful. A few bars in and on beat, Rob’s champagne flute crashed to the concrete floor. What’s a wife to do but weep?

Thanks to Sunna, Nils and Vilji, we returned to our vessel in one piece even in time for a late lunch. And I sprang free for a solo hike to the nearby waterfall muttering a sincere “Tak!” all the way.