My plan today was to hike up Margaret’s Way and then go to the West Peak but when I got to the Chybinski Loop (a short distance from the West Peak trail, and the top of Margaret’s Way) the sky opened up. So I put my jacket back on and turned around.
However, less than a mile down the rain stopped and I decided to just keep on going, rather than re-hike back up. By the time I got back to the car the weather was pretty decent.
However, when I got home I saw I had missed a call from an old and dear friend. I called him back and he shared the awful news that his 42 year-old son had died of a heart attack in the days before Christmas.
My heart goes out to him and his wife and their daughter and – well, everyone who knew the lad, who was a wonderful guy, the kind of person who would light up a room.
At any moment, just how far away is tragedy?