It started, as most questionable decisions do, with a text message and a leap. “We should go hiking on the Scottish Isles” Instead of laughing it off and saying someday…I said yes. There are now plane tickets, a rental car, and the ghost of a plan that’ll have us exploring Skye and Mull this September, relying on the rented suv to get us to where we can venture out in our hiking boots.
There’s a thing about friendships that survive decades — they don’t require maintenance so much as they require honesty. You can go months without talking, but when you do, you skip the small talk entirely and land right in the middle of something real.