The Edge of the World

Elizabeth MarroWalking: Dispatches From The Journey12 Comments

 “Home is everything you can walk to.” 

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On February 7 I sat down for the tenth time to write a blog post about my walks. I consulted my photos. I consulted my notes. Then I consulted the tally I’ve been keeping (or trying to) and found that another two or three miles would put me at nearly 16 miles for the week, a first for me and exactly the number I need to average in order to make my goal of 800 miles by the end of this year.

Through my window, I saw the sky had already softened. The marine layer crouched on the horizon ready to enfold the sun as it sank into the Pacific.

My hands slipped from my keyboard. I got up and walked down to the edge of the world.

This is how I’ve come to think of the cliffs that run along the ocean a few blocks from my house. When I started out last month, my feet took me there without asking. It is the place I first walked after moving here nearly fourteen years ago before the boxes and furniture had even arrived from New Jersey.

I recall the moment I turned left at the bottom of the hill and almost forgot to breathe in the middle of all that blue above me and at my feet. I braced against the joy that stole over me, the way I used to when I was on vacation and had to remind myself that I’d soon be going home.

Then it hit me. I was home.

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I don’t know how many times I’ve walked along the cliffs since then. There were the times when we had two terriers who lunged after the seagulls instead of the single, elderly girl who doesn’t often make it down the hill. There were the times when people came to visit and we would all troop down at sunset to watch the show. There were too many times when I decided that I’d seen all there was to see there, and just kept my head down and thoughts to myself as I headed out the door on an errand.

When I set out on my inaugural walk of the year and for this project, I believed I was starting with the familiar cliffs just because they were close and easy. Then I learned they are not familiar at all; they are shape shifters, sirens. The world of the cliffs alters with the light, the tides, the surges of people who visit with their dogs, their surfboards, their car stereos. The surges of storms that start somewhere near Hawaii.

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As I walk along them, edging closer and closer to the chapped lip of sandy path high above the water, I see for myself how fragile the cliffs are. They slope and crumble towards the water that swirls below. They make no promises to those of us who are traveling along the path, or the barefooted surfers who run past the warning signs and down the sides like amphibious goats, or even those who simply come to park and look. There are deaths here every year. People tumble off. Surfers who are not from around here find themselves trapped in an unpredictable winter ocean, unable to ascend the cliffs.

Still, they are holding me these days as I make my way along them and into the rest of Sunset Cliffs National Park. They also hold surprises. Here are a few they offered me: an art installation, a bride and a groom, a piano concert on a late Sunday afternoon.

Before I do, though, here’s an update on my trekking. In January: 47 miles. February: 16 (so far). I have a few thoughts about the counting and the measuring not to mention the shifting landscape in my body and my mind which I hope to touch on soon. The problem is, the more I walk, the more I want to walk. As I type these words, I’m stealing glances out the window. My feet are squirming in the slippers I wear around the house. Maybe this is the enthusiasm of a newbie. Maybe it will wear off. Guess I’ll find out.

It’s time to get out there.

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Elizabeth Marro

Elizabeth Marro is the author of the novel, Casualties, the story of a defense executive who loses her son just when she thought he was safely home from war. Now, she must face the painful truth about her past, her choices, the war, and her son.

12 Comments on “The Edge of the World”

  1. I read this and can’t help but think about how the cliffs represent life; always shifting and changing as the water lashes at them unrelenting. We are the cliff, the ocean is time.

    From one chronic walker to another. Beautiful post.

    1. And when we are on the cliffs we feel the gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) erosion. The cliffs bear scars of life lived and lost. So much to say here that it is all jammed up in my brain like a bunch of bees caught in a hummingbird feeder. Hope you are well, Oliver!

  2. Oh, Betsy, this is wonderful! I love everything about this post. I love your sense of joy and renewed wonder, love your description of the cliffs and the special surprises you found along the way. Thank you for taking us with you on this marvelous journey! All best wishes to you as you continue your explorations. xox

  3. “The problem is the more I walk the more I want to walk”. This is so true.
    When I walked a little …. Walking was an activity that I squeezed into the time when I wasn’t working
    Now work is something I fit in between walks
    I like my new perspective on life!

    Today I saw deer jumping for joy in the warm spring sunshine while ducks waddled on still frozen lakes. English weather at its confused best!

    1. How cool to see the confused English winter at its best. Our winter doesn’t offer much in the way of frozen ice and I haven’t seen deer jumping for any reason at all in my neighborhood. It’s fun to hear about it. BTW – I think your new perspective on life reflects amazing balance.

  4. I can see it’s time for me to venture out of my safe little neighborhood. My son has found a few places he’s about talked me into exploring. I think this post pushes me over the edge of decision making.

  5. I’m so glad to get this update on your walking. Congratulations on each one of those 63 miles. And nice to see where you’re walking too.

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