Age, Race, and Altitude on a High Sierra Trail

Benje Williams and his dad on their High Sierra journey. Photo: Backpacker, Outside+

Writing for Backpacker, Benje Williams chronicles a Sierra Nevada adventure, describing how he and his dad battled high-altitude fatigue and haunting memories of his parents’ miserable trek decades before. The son poses questions: Why don’t more blacks take up backpacking? Is fear of discrimination holding them back? Is age a barrier for people considering a challenging trek?

During our 10 distance treks, most in Europe, Sue and I have seen very few black hikers. It has been a subject we have discussed with hopes that all are welcomed on the trails. For Benje Williams and his 65-year-old dad, racism surfaces on their adventure, even finding its way through silence.

As for age being a blockade, we were in our 60s when we tackled the John Muir Trail, also in California’s Sierra Nevada. I was among three in our group who were 69 and I may have been out of breath more than the “youngsters” we met on our 30-day experience, but I made it to Mount Whitney’s peak and finished all 246 miles, albeit aided by mules who carried most of our group’s gear.

Although it is not unusual to walk with people in their 60s–or occasionally even older–in Europe, there were few senior citizens in the High Sierra when we were there. But at every place we have trekked, age has never prevented bonding around the campfire, at trail stops, or during shared meals. However, language has affected our sense of camaraderie several times.

Earlier in 2025, Sue and I walked nearly 400 miles on Italy’s Via Francigena and England’s Cotswold Way. Both were hard, but being 73 was not an overriding factor for me and Sue’s 68 years did not keep her from conquering steep climbs with gusto.

I hope Benje and his dad will continue to make adventure a part of their lives. Click on the link above to read Benje’s article.

Ireland: A Big Move Back to Our Roots

Sue and I have journeyed to Ireland to help our son Andrew and daughter-in-law Charlotte settle into their new home in Dublin.

We are excited by their adventurous spirit, but sad that they will be so far away. Andrew is bringing our family back to its roots. His grandmother was raised here and her Johnston family members were longtime farmers in the Waterford area. So, Andrew, his brothers, and I are Irish citizens, but can’t prove it since birth certificates have been elusive.

Andrew and Charlotte led us on a driving tour southwest of Dublin through Glendalough National Park, which reminded by us of the Scottish Highlands without the tall mountains. Like Scotland, Ireland is home to roughly 5 million people, but boasts a milder climate. Thanks to a U.K.-Ireland agreement, my British citizenship allows me to live here, but I doubt that is in our future.

Our visit also presents us with a look at a country brimming with distance trails. Hmm, which will be first?