The first night of a backcountry trip with brothers seems always to be the “remember when” night, covering the decade or so that we lived together in the old farmhouse outside Troy.¹
We know youthful memories are malleable, not to be much relied on, but enjoy travelling back to hear each others’ perspectives nonetheless. We’re all now older than our parents were at the time which adds a twist to our reminiscing. What would we do? What have we done?
¹ Pictured at Trail Image, “Troy Days and Moscow Mountain”: www.trailimage.com/troy-days-and-moscow-mountain#2