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(First, I was hiking with her father Del along mountain trails in very deep snow. There were many other people about; it wasn’t an isolated-type setting. Up and down and around we went. Then Del left me for some reason, and alone I tried to continue — but wound up clinging motionless to a very steep slope lest I slide way down into a deep ravine that would be very difficult to get out of. Then Del returned; he wore clean, modern, tailored hiking clothes, a wool jacket and a fedora with a feather in it — much sharper than he dresses in real life. He also looked much younger and more self-possessed than I’d ever seen him be.

(As we talked, something triggered Jane’s memory of a time in her teens when she’d hiked all the way out to the garage where her grandfather had worked in Saratoga Springs — “way across town.” She thought she could have been in the eighth grade. Jane remembered looking down into a puddle and composing a poem. She even remembered at least some of it:

[...] She and I had been walking — hiking — along the banks of the Susquehanna River toward Sayre. [...]

[...] Ruburt did experience a sense of freedom in your hiking activities as a result, that was highly beneficial; and such activities are good for they increase his confidence. [...]

(Jane did do very well on our hiking trips. [...]

[...] I had trouble hearing her, and shortly after she began speaking she hiked her chair closer to my table, and her voice acquired a little more volume. [...]

[...] Now, her eyes still closed, she hiked her chair closer, then pointed at him.)