Having given up, temporarily, the dream of hiking through a park for the weekend, I decided to cross town lines, and tour San Carlos today. August and I took the shortest route, and headed up Crestview with a loose plan to go one way, then another. Lo and behold, as we turned East and shuffled down Brittan, a woman with a large dog emerged from the woods. A few yards further down the hill, I saw ( August was too short to see it) a sign for a hiking trail, and away we went.
A few weeks ago, a fellow dog walker had mentioned an urban trail called Four Bridges, and there it was!
This ridge trail was just wide enough for one human, and a canine companion, was relatively poison oak free, and every few minutes we were able to stop and look across the SF bay. The much, much cleaner air allows for views many miles beyond what is typical, which I know I mention about every third day, and I will keep mentioning because I am a fan of
1: Clean Air; 2: Seeing stuff far away.
We didn't get lost, YAY! The trail was well marked, and we found the trail head closer to our neighborhood, and headed for home.
A few weeks ago, a fellow dog walker had mentioned an urban trail called Four Bridges, and there it was!
This ridge trail was just wide enough for one human, and a canine companion, was relatively poison oak free, and every few minutes we were able to stop and look across the SF bay. The much, much cleaner air allows for views many miles beyond what is typical, which I know I mention about every third day, and I will keep mentioning because I am a fan of
1: Clean Air; 2: Seeing stuff far away.
We didn't get lost, YAY! The trail was well marked, and we found the trail head closer to our neighborhood, and headed for home.
Later in the day, I took an August free walk, walking another ridge road, from one end to the other. I am getting closer to the end of this walk, one advantage to walking across Spain, but in San Mateo County, is that I don't have the pressure of a plane to catch on a certain date, or hotel reservations to make, or even friends to meet up with in Southern France at the end of May ( we will one day Erika and John!), so I amble along with no end date for this adventure. On this afternoon's walk, I crossed paths with several dear neighbors. On the first big turn, I glimpsed, speeding by in a run up one of our many hills, Jeremy. He and his family are "new neighbors",( 5ish years on the hill) and from the time they moved in, they have been the finest of friends. Jeremy and I had a few moments to catch up today, and, as is always the case with him or his wife, every time I talk with them, I just like them better and better. Both are smart people, their special gift is how closely they listen, and quietly offer support to each other, and our group of friends.
On the home stretch, I stopped for a chat with Stacy, who along with her husband, Ken is building a new home, while living on the property. Stacy's patience and sense of well being is infectious, and having a few minutes to check in, brought so much joy to my day.
Again, someday I will walk "the other" Camino, I just hope it as rewarding as this one.
Buen Camino.
On the home stretch, I stopped for a chat with Stacy, who along with her husband, Ken is building a new home, while living on the property. Stacy's patience and sense of well being is infectious, and having a few minutes to check in, brought so much joy to my day.
Again, someday I will walk "the other" Camino, I just hope it as rewarding as this one.
Buen Camino.
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