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.

 

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