I saw Mark for about 15-20 minutes a day on my graveyard shifts. So, it felt like a blessing to be able to enjoy a long walk/hike/climb around Fort Funston on my weekend.
We walked into an old army bunker covered in graffiti.
My legs burned when we had to climb up the steep hill from the beach. We poked around the spot where hang gliders jump off.
We held hands.
It’s a good life.