Eight years ago this week, I fell in love with a scruffy hiker who was making his way, on foot, across America.
He'd gotten as far as Natchez, Mississippi. Since I was living in Baton Rouge, and since he was a friend of a friend, and since I was transcribing his online journal for him, I drove over to Natchez to say hello and spend some quality time with fellow hikers (he was hiking with his friend, Dodger).
Really. Honestly. I seriously went so I could say hi and hang out with hikers for a couple of days. I expected nothing more.
My life has never been the same since.
Happy falling-in-love anniversary, Hubster!