Pumpernickel

This week on my holidays I have been in Texas, at a national park called 'Big Bend.' I like it because there are cactuses.
One member of the Group appears to be falling apart but this is just what happens
In any case the hiking has sorted out all of our minds even if it is painful. At the end of one gruelling trek I encountered someone who was visibly a hiking nut. He said, 'where've y'all been?' I said, to Emory Peak, whereby he leaned forward with a slightly crazed expression and whispered, 'so... Did you head up past Black Bear Boulder and round Deer Creek - or did you just take the Cougar Pass?' I said, 'Um, I just followed the signs' and hobbled away with as much dignity as I could.
Here I'd like to give it up for Richard, without whom I would not have been able to approach any sort of tent or indeed reach the top of that wretched Peak.
Please note the views from above-mentioned Peak will do more for your head than any therapist ever could