Well, I thought I would hike down to the mailbox today before Doug and I left for ballroom dance lessons at the community center. Philip slid down the hill with me on his BMX bike (on the pine needles which are so slippery I nearly upended on my converse tennies), When I got to the bottom of the hill I realized I had come without the mailbox key so Philip walked his bike back up to get it while I made like a gargoyle on the side of the hill. He came back on the go-cart and gave me a lift to the bottom of the hill; then all the way back to the cabin. Not bad for a woman half a century old. I stood on the back rail and wrapped my body over the roll bars.