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  • The lost lens is part of a larger story I would really like to tell sometime. Merry reminded me of it. (My brother calls me "Merry.")

    I was going to do a retell, but I don't like the fact that they fill up people's inboxes.

    So, here's the small story from inside the larger one:



    I once had a boyfriend who was much younger than I was. Let's call him Buck. We did a lot of hiking and mountain climbing, including on trailless mountains. Climbing the trailless mountains used to be a big deal. We had to use map compass, and direction from a guide book. Now many of them have "herd paths" on them because so many people have climbed them. The herd paths are challenging in a different way, because the unmarked herd paths can be confusing or wrong.

    We took a wrong turn and ended up on a false peak. We stopped for a break and Buck borrowed my new telephoto lens. He took a bunch of pictures with it, and when we got to the top of the real peak, I asked for it back. He told me he left it on top of the false peak. It was bushwhacking all the way, extremely difficult, and too late to go back for it. That was many years ago, but I picture my once brand new telephoto lens, hardly ever used and expensive, ruined by rain and snow, still sitting on top of that false peak.

    Buck, unlike Merry's friend, never replaced the lens and never really apologized. Needless to say, our relationship wasn't long for this world.

  • I took the first photo in Slovenia, but I did not climb those mountains. I do have some from the trip in the story, and may share them later, but no time now to look for them. The second photo is from Clark Reservation State Park. It was a small photo, sorry about the quality. I close to use it to represent being on top of the false peak, because I didn't have another appropriate photo handy.
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