This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

Then it got steep. I ended up sliding down a four-foot bluff (on purpose) and pussyfooting around a ledge to the cache that Robyn had already spotted in the rocks). I signed the logbook, took a Chile travel bug, left something and had to come back up. Which I did on hands and knees. After all, I spent most of my childhood with scraped up knees; I figured one more wouldn’t kill me.


Geocache Anti-Aircraft, or at least, that’s what it looked like. We were still up at the north end of the island geocaching. First, we looked for one called ‘Sunglass’, which involved a very long and tricky hike over rocks, stones, boulders and lava, all the while waves are coming into the bay and the headland around which we were scrambling. I kept hoping neither of us would fall and knock ourselves out. It made the first one seem like a piece of cake, but hey, we’re young and in love, right?


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