I visited the Fitzgerald Marine Reserve at high tide today. The park ranger told me to take the coastal trail. “It’s flat all the way,” she said in a gentle voice. She had seen that I carried a walking stick, and I had asked her if the trails were steep. I nodded and set off. When I came to the fork in the road, I studied the map which she had given me and realized that if I took the coastal trail, I would be inland and would not see the ocean. I took the bluff trail. I am ever so glad that I did.
It’s the sixteenth day of the fifty-first month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.