Post 6: Choices

 

     The fuel light flashes as I pass the last station in the rolling grasslands of the Greenbrier Valley, forcing a first choice - gasoline or earlier launch.

The water looks low but negotiable after two small rains in this drought year, resolving a second decision - hike instead or shove off.

It's so hot on a sluggish, green-swathed pool that the phone-camera shuts down, clarifying the next choice - continue standing or swim behind the board (scooting back on is easier than I'd been led to believe). 

The stream is slower than usual, settling a last decision - finish the planned float or stop early to make it for pre-Pride drinks. 

     Medicare age seems to have ushered in a time of choices, and it's not just for plan A, B, C, or D? Eat cheap and plentiful or organic and minimal? Lunch from the coffee shop or with bread, cheese and berries from Walmart? Pay quarterly federal taxes or alimony? (all the latter)

     Such day-to-day financial decisions were expected in my twenties, but it's a surprise that aging seems more of a going back to uncertainty than a progression to semi-comfortable living.

     And then there's this gorgeous wild river. Next spring. In a wet suit. 

Here's to easy choices!