I walked Francis Beach and the Halfmoon Bay Costal Trail. And finally, I walked Crystal Springs Region Trail. We walked over the dam. Pour the left over sealer, back in the aluminum bottles, and above ground pool deck edging dispose in trash. My friend carried his newborn child, asleep, strapped on his chest all peace and dribble, and we looked out over that east bay view of Sausalito and Mill Valley and Tiburon, truly breathtaking landscape, up and down, huge, the city in the distance, the skyline changing in recent years, that dorky disproportioned phallus of Saleforce Tower poking up - a precocious elementary school kid raising his arm. Perhaps. It’s a funny thing to think - walking up to Alice’s, that...
I walked Francis Beach and the Halfmoon Bay Costal Trail. And finally, I walked Crystal Springs Region Trail. We walked over the dam. Pour the left over sealer, back in the aluminum bottles, and above ground pool deck edging dispose in trash. My friend carried his newborn child, asleep, strapped on his chest all peace and dribble, and we looked out over that east bay view of Sausalito and Mill Valley and Tiburon, truly breathtaking landscape, up and down, huge, the city in the distance, the skyline changing in recent years, that dorky disproportioned phallus of Saleforce Tower poking up - a precocious elementary school kid raising his arm. Perhaps. It’s a funny thing to think - walking up to Alice’s, that classic Skyline restaurant with a one-pump gas station. Ten minutes this way and the sky is the bluest thing you’ve ever seen.
