squeezing every drop out of the weekend

[angledge]

Some weekends, I get to Sunday night & sigh, disappointed with myself for letting two whole days of freedom slip by unexploited.

Last night was not one of those nights.


Photos tell part of the tale!

Friday was the end of a hectic week at work, which peaked - literally - on Wednesday with a one-day, there-and-back drive out to Reno, Nevada. chaosvizier fradulently documented my travels here because I was too busy to post the photos myself. The real story was boring anyhow - I drove four hours to Reno, did a quick visual reconnaissance of two development properties, then drove four hours home. Anyway, by Friday I was more than ready to join Des & some other environmental consultants for drinks at Harrington's Pub on Front Street. We drank until about 10 PM, then I made my way home. I had to get to bed early because ....

... on Saturday, C* & I had planned a gorgeous hike along the coast north of Bolinas. We hit the trail about 11 AM, & had absolutely perfect weather for a 7.5 mile-trail hike to Alamere Falls. I think I'll just let the photos speak for themselves ...


C* took my photo next to the upper portion of the falls.


To get to the beach & the lower portion of the falls, we had to scramble down this treacherous-looking cliff. It wasn't as bad as it looks - I was able to do it without even straining my shoulder.


Bits of the Headlands bear striking resemblance to bits of the Highlands. Or perhaps, Middle-Earth.


Alamere Falls spray almost directly into the Pacific Ocean. The air was a mixture of freshwater & saltwater mists.


We waded in the stream, watched seals in the surf, & ate lunch on the beach before hiking back to Bolinas.


Saturday night was a quiet one at home, because I still had big plans left for the weekend. I dragged my ass out of bad at 6:15 AM on Sunday to join my co-workers for the Bay to Breakers, an annual San Francisco tradition. It's a 7.5-mile run from the Financial District (where I work) all the way to the ocean. I ran in costume, which is also part of the tradition. I'll post photos when I get my hands on them. But to give you an idea of the scale of the event, here's a photo from the San Francisco Chronicle:



This is how I wish I could spend all of my time. After this weekend ... well, I can't declare yet that I love San Francisco, but I might have a bit of a crush developing. In any case, when I fell asleep on the sofa on Sunday afternoon, I slept the sleep of the just. The just plain tired.

Comments

Yeah!

[angledge.livejournal.com]

I think the paper said there were 65,000 participants? It was a hoot! There were naked runners! And centipedes! And salmon (runners, dressed as fish, who started at the finish line & ran upstream)! And drag queens and political protesters and robots and did I mention the naked people? and asylum escapees and at least one astronaut and Harlem Globetrotters complete with a basketball hoop and an entire Tiki bar and a chariot equipped with a hot dog grill and ... wow. It was a spectacle.

Re: Yeah!

[sskipstress.livejournal.com]

And everyone actually ran? or was it more of a speedy walk or even a saunter?

Re: Yeah!

[angledge.livejournal.com]

Oh no no no ... there were serious runners, yes. But most people - myself included - walk most of the distance. I ran little bits of the route, but speed was certainly not the goal. I think my finish time was 2 1/2 hours!

Re: Yeah!

[sskipstress.livejournal.com]

OK, that's much more reasonable given the costume descriptions :)