We’re on our way to visit the Fujitas in Carmel Valley. Scott told Steve about a river he should check out – so we found it and parked and trekked down to it. Steve used his walking stick for the first time – and though not perfect, it did the trick. We crossed a bridge and followed a rocky path to get down. I dipped my toe in the water and it froze, so I stayed on the side bundled up in my sweatshirt and wool socks. Steve pushed forward and got in the water – not as graceful as he once could but pretty dang close – and swam into the icy river. He had a look on his face of utter happiness and satisfaction that I haven’t seen in a while.
I sent a text to Fujita with the pic below and he texted this back:
“He might need to search for his nuts when he gets out of that water!”
All I know is when we were walking back up the hill to the car, we felt like great. Like we took life and punched it in the face. And it felt good. Really good.