My brother and I took my 98 year old Mom out this afternoon after lunch to look for arrowheads. She rode in a Gator ATV. I wanted to get her on the back of a Honda 4-wheeler, but didn't get much support for the idea. I think she would have been fine. I don't think that anybody that knows her would be surprised at all.
Once we got to what we think was an old camp site, she was ready to get out and start looking for arrowheads. After a few steps and bending over countless times to look at oak leaves and quartz rocks, Mom had abandoned her walker and picked up the shaft of a golf club with a nail stuck in the end that someone had left at the site. She was poking every rock and leaf in site saying, "is that one". After about 10 or 15 minutes dang if she didn't find the back half of an arrowhead. I couldn't get it away from her to take a picture of it and when we dropped her off at home she was still clutching it in her hand.
Some days are just better than others and this was one of them…
