"Just from the gate to the grate," I said unsurely to the Husband yesterday, as he swung the car around to park on the other side of the rutted lane.
We were at the eastern end of the Juan Bautista de Anza national Historic Trail in San Juan Bautista. It's been almost two years since we've walked here. The last time we got as far as we did today because the Husband's heart couldn't take it. We didn't know then what was going on with his heart. I'm happy to say that the Husband and his friend, Gerry Andy Pacemaker, felt g-r-e-a-t. They had no problem going that short distance.
This time round it was me that we were being careful about. I discovered that my knees can handle walking on uneven, forgiving dirt with the help of a cane. I woke up yesterday morning determined to walk a bit up one of our favorite trails.
Looking at the trail from the car, I wondered if I really could walk between the gate and cattle grate. The Husband thought the distance was more than a quarter mile.
Wowza. I didn't need the aid of the cane until I almost reached the cattle grate.
I crossed over the grate with a tentative grace. "Let's go up to the tree."
And, we did.
"Just to the bend."
And, we did.
Gosh, I felt g-r-e-a-t!
Did you see the face in the tree? That's what we saw on the side of the hill as we turned back.
Wandering and wondering, I am.
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