Late in the afternoon, we walked down to the beach. I carried the little past the rocky shore to the sandbar where we waded into cold lapping waves. We watched the swimmer’s daisy yellow bathing cap make a zigzag pattern as she bobbed up and down inching her way to shore. It was the first time I felt at ease the entire day and could have stayed in the water then on the beach all night. Long enough for dinner and a campfire anyway.