Friggin WOW. Today was beautiful and tomorrow is supposed to be just as nice. What a respite from week after week of gloomy mornings and chilly evenings. This SoCal boy is happier than a hippie on acid.
Highlight for me was this morning’s run with K-Stars, a small and friendly group of folks who meet 9 AM every Saturday morning at Crepes on Cole (and Carl). A bunch of us went down through GGP to Ocean Beach, up past the Cliff House to El Camino Del Mar. There in the parking lot, a high school marching band was, um, improving (we hoped), and before us stood the big orange bridge, bright against the blue water and green headlands. We continued on dirt trails through Lincoln Park, waves hitting the rocks on the cliffs below, the bridge and the bay visible through the trees. We popped back onto the road at Lake, and continued on that street to Wedemeyer, heading up into the Presidio, looping around Mountain Lake, heading up Pacific to Arguello, and finally following that back to Cole Valley.
On the return, fellow runner Jack and I overtook a couple of Impalas, an occasion for celebration had it occurred in a race, but today merely an opportunity to appreciate two great pairs of legs.
Is this the beginning to the “indian summer” my SF-native friends keep telling me is just around the corner? It’s been a long time coming; I sure hope so.