Any Reason to Go Up Into the Hills

I was always looking for any reason to go up into the hills - and late one evening in the autumn of 1973, Tex M. suggested we hike up to the top of Pine Cobble. Although the stars were out and on full display, my enduring memory is of Tex, hiking ahead of me, causing sparks as the stones in the trail collided with each other under his footsteps. A simple, but somehow magical, moment. Thanks for the memory, Tex.