So we blew off a couple of minor medical appointments and escaped to Pinnacles National Park, one of the newest national parks in the system, about 3 1/2 hours south of here, reluctantly returning yesterday to make today's medical appointment. Earlier in the week, Deborah and I were both so sick from chemotherapy and other drug treatments that I almost bagged the whole idea. But again, we decided to be sick somewhere beautiful. And after the first day, we simply got better. Each day we made a longer and steeper hike, until we had crossed almost the entire park and tasted a bit of the strength and stamina we used to have. In the evenings we crashed at our camp -- to Tater, our fabulous little rolling condo. Even though we are absolutely flat broke, we have the advantage of our federal lands handicapped pass, which means our favorite places are now free!
It's another lesson, or at least one reinforced: You can feel lousy and do nothing or feel lousy and let serendipity have a chance. We cast our lot for serendipity, and were rewarded with perfect weather, stunning spring wildflowers, and best of all, peace. No traffic, no cell signal, no connection to the misery we left behind. We woke up to turkeys gobbling and quail whistling, and spent our days too involved in wild places to dwell on concerns. And most importantly, we remembered why years ago we had worked so hard to adopt this lifestyle. The only thing I would do differently now is attempt, somehow, to inspire others to do the same. For us the magic is wild nature, but for others it could be anything that makes you feel so alive that you catch yourself in tears.
Just go. Just do. Right now.