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(For appropriate some mood music, scroll down to the bottom of the
page and start the video entitled “Carry On”, then scroll back up and
read. Go ahead. I’ll wait. )
Kyra and I decided to get out of the city for a few nights during
spring break, but found ourselves deadlocked on where to go due to our
hard to nail-down schedules. We decided last week to give it a go, and
decided to spend a night with friends in Point Reyes. They recommended
that we check out the bottle sculpture on the way out of town. It was
made out of plastic bottles the artist found on daily walks down to
the coast for a year. I really, really want to walk over that huge
hill in the background.
We stopped at a pull-off in the woods where Kyra used to roam around
with her mother as a toddler. The rain and mud were beautiful to me
that afternoon.
This was our private hot tub, and also where we ate breakfast both mornings. We dined on decadent breakfasts of soft cheeses with sesame crackers, fresh bread, walnuts, blueberries, tangerines, tea, and juice while soaking in a hot tub with the rising hot sun shining on my face. This is what I want to be doing when I die.
Massages lead to hiking!
I tried to embed the strava page to my hike, but couldn’t because Posterous' markdown processing still doesn’t allow HTML to be embedded even if you close the markdown tag. Lame. So click on it here if you’re interested in details about this hike: http://app.strava.com/hikes/363052
On our second day Kyra wanted to have a lazy day of massages and studying. Not being interested in lazy days or massages (and not in the mood to study) , I opted to take a walk from downtown to Russian Gulch State Park.
I walked north from Mendocino village until I found a bridge that had
a trail under it. I hopped a fence and slid down a trail some others
had clearly slid down before, and away I went.
(That’s the last time I’ll ever see those glasses. Immediately
afterwards I put them in my pocket and jogged two or three miles, and
they worked their way through a hole in my pocket)
After the waterfall I took the longer section of the loop back,
jogging a couple of miles along the way with hopes of getting back to
the Inn before Kyra got worried. (I failed and she came searching for
me, and picked me up just about ½ mile out of town.).
When you cross back under the bridge leaving Russian Gulch State Park, there’s a series of trails which take you into the Mendocino Headlands, and I definitely recommend them if you’re into the whole scenic seashore landscape thing. I am.
Big city miles stretching out into the terminal horizon
Don’t you know we had to get away?
It was two kids with a beat up Nova,
and a dream and a two a.m. song
It was two kids with a beat up Nova
singing come carry on
Come carry on ‘till the night’s all gone
come carry on come right where we belong
The impossible girl lit a cigarette
and said “I don’t give a damn if we never come home”
and I turned to her in the old starlight
and a tender amazement swallowed up the night
We could walk along
be forever strong
drive into the night,
and the right,
and the wrong
It was two kids with a beat up Nova,
and a dream, and a two A.M. song
It was two kids, with a beat up Nova
singing, come carry on
sing it
Come carry on ‘till the night’s all gone
come carry on come right where we belong
There ain’t no dream like the one that’s real
Ashby to Eighty
Eighty to the Bridge
Bridge down to One
Route One carry on
We ate the night up and we shot the big coast
‘cause the shoreline makes a heart open like a rose
She found a song on the radio
and it wiped all the blood off my halo
It was two kids,
whose heart were their own
Toughest the world has ever known
Monday was a fun day, warm and rainy. Perfect conditions for a hike I had been planning for a couple of weeks, walking to Ocean Beach from SOMA by way of the coastal trails. All in all I logged 18 miles on my feet and loved every second of it. This is a fantastic way to se the city, and I hope everyone who reads this will put their comfortable shoes on and head right out! Note there are two embedded strava walks because I haven't figured out an easy way to separate riding muni from walking in the GPX files.
