My Dad, who's almost 84, still gets out and walks whenever he can. He's a great example for the rest of us!
When I was ten, my family moved back to the States from Africa. Dad didn't have a huge amount of free time because he was starting up a surgical practice and also often on call at the Woodland Park emergency room. But weekends, if he didn't have to operate or take phone calls from a drunk lady who thought she'd been bitten by a vampire (true story!), Dad planned hikes for us--to Multnomah Falls or the coast range and other scenic spots nearby.
Some of my best memories involve the smell of pine needles and hiking Columbia Gorge trails along steep drop-offs.
Who are your favorite walking partners from childhood or adulthood?