At first the paths were wide enough for the both of us,
but soon the Bushes and Brambles forced one of us off the path. I asked Manny if he didn’t mind going ‘off-path’ since I was wearing shorts. His silent chortle echoed through the park.
There were quite a few places I was forced to lift Manny over
trees that had fallen across the path and when I mentioned that he could stand to
lose a little weight he replied, “Well, I could let the air out of both tires
if you like. By the way, how many miles are we away from home?” That ended the
conversation. 
We soon discovered Salmonberries. The colors
ranged from pale yellow morning sky to the orange-red fire of a sunset. They
ranged in sweetness from…never mind.
Manny said it would be polite to take some home to share rather than defoliate the entire park.
Manny said it would be polite to take some home to share rather than defoliate the entire park.
I am very proud of Manny for putting up with this:
And now it’s time to head home. After two hours meandering and back-tracking so many paths I only have a vague idea which way to go! After a couple false starts Manny got a bit tart with me and insisted on taking the lead. After ten minutes he abruptly stopped and wouldn’t budge until I noticed his tire tracks in the soft dirt.
“Oh, I see,” I had to acknowledge his innate ability to rescue me, and we were off again.
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