Lessons learned and reinforced: Last weekend was rough. Deborah and I were both suffering from the side effects of our respective therapies. I had taken a step backward, with worsening graft-host rejection and an increase in anti-rejection drugs. I was still on an IV an hour a day. Depressed and feeling thoroughly sick, we hooked up Tater (with my IV and sack of medications) and escaped my brother's driveway in Sebastopol. Four hours later, camped in Pinnacles National Park, we started to feel better. Again we were searching for the threatened California Condors, the largest bird in North America. And this time we scored. I had eight sightings over four days of these massive birds with 9 foot wingspans. Mornings were cool and foggy, so by the second day I met my embarrassingly humble goal of running non-stop for one mile with an IV port flapping against my chest.
Once again, I could have been sick and watched videos from bed. But there is no video substitute for the wildlife we saw. Days were glorious. At night we put out the party lights and cobbled together the beautiful remnants of how we use to adventure. There was no cell reception or internet. It was good - very good - and we improved a bit. We made it back to the Bay Area a couple of hours before our first medical appointment, bouncing good news and bad news off our backs like water on ducks. I had the IV removed from my chest. Whatever. Today we did the laundry and grocery shopping and an hour ago I hitched the Airstream to our go-anywhere, pull-anything truck. We leave in the morning for some even more remote camping a few hours south of here where... I. Will. Run. Trails. - And of course we'll also read a stack of good adventure books, eat well, nap in our fabulous hammocks and live waist-deep in nature.
Late in the week, we'll slip back into town for my next doctor visit like half-drunk all-nighters slinking into work on a Monday morning. Oh yeah.
Even when life is crap, and especially when it is so, just go, just do. This is it, all there is, right now.