To start the day, I did my best to recreate one of the Camino rituals, cafe con leche and a bit of bread for breakfast. I headed out the door, down the hill, and ambled the now seemingly short distance to our local coffee store, which has a walkup service now ( the things I have been learning on my walks do come in handy). I ordered a latte, hoping this was close to the cafe con leches that I have been missing. I should disclose that I rarely drink coffee, and my order was based on the belief that latte, and leche mean milk so they are the same. Yes? Si? The coffee place was out of food, so I went across the street to the gas station, fully living the glamorous European dream, and purchased a protein bar, which is no bolillo with butter, and even 12 hours later makes me sad to recall, so I will move right along with my tale of a little walk through the hills.
First stop was Glenwood Park, a tiny neighborhood gem, where Marjorie D and I would stroll the kids, and watch them climb and slide while we planned our next adventures for our best friends, best neighbors families, which just keeps adding members to this day,
Onwards, and definitely upwards to Stulsfaft Park, the location for many summer camp adventures for the Redwood City campers! The highlight of camp for the parents was the Friday "show" where campers and counselors sang, danced ,and entertained all of us, the songs and dances were handed down week after week, year after year, and I was walked through the park, I kept hearing. "Everybody Frankenstein, What's That You Say", and in a last ditch effort to keep my dignity, I did NOT do the accompanying dance.
From there to Barkley Field, a newer park, the land was donated by local residents, and is now a soccer field, but, well, not exactly now, but was, and, will be again.
I cut through Canada College, and zigzagged to one of the entrances to Huddart Park, a county park that is very, very beautiful, with redwood groves, and hiking trails for miles, it is very closed, so I waved, turned around and took a stroll up Canada Road, all the way to the Filoli House and Gardens, a historic, preserved mansion and exquisitely tended grounds.
My girl gang and I have a yearly tradition of attending their Christmas event, my daughter's 4H group once created a petting zoo for an Easter party on the property, and, having watched Dynasty in my youth, I had some familiarity with the house ( to be clear, it is the house that was featured in the opening credits for the show).
As I turned for home, I paralleled Edgewood Park for quite some time, and great glee, found the way home, after 18 miles of fun today. My takeaways from this epic ramble? Using sunblock both back AND front is now a priority, one water bottle, however sentimental is not enough( I left August home for this day,he did not suffer from my oversight), and it feels really great to rest with your feet sticking up after walking for hours ( there is a yoga pose, legs up the wall which describes my evening so far).
And to all the wonderful friends and neighbors I saw along the way today?? You are the highlight of this endeavor, when I squeal like a schoolgirl when we pass each other on the trail? That is 100% sincere, and I will not/can not change my level of being thrilled to see you!
Buen Camino, and good night.