Last Thursday I had the great pleasure of being engaged as a “spotter” for four women friends of mine who had the ambition to swim across Spoonwood Pond (and back). My job was to paddle a kayak, counting heads occasionally and potentially, to be of some assistance in the event of an emergency (which did not transpire). The pace was casual – enough to allow for conversation, which resonated with amazing volume across the pond and echoed off the surrounding hills. While speed was not the goal, the feat of swimming a couple of miles is commendable. Youthful spirit might still prevail, but all of the women have lived long enough to not be driven by either the prime or foolishness of youth, and I admire their determination and perseverance.