Monday, December 5, 2011

Chrissy Field

The Saturday after Thanksgiving we were back in the Bay Area (and still on East Coast time, and therefore taking dawn perambulations, as I discussed here). In the afternoon we decided to go for another long walk, to shake the airplane fuzziness our of our brains and limbs. This time we headed for Crissy Field, walking all along the beach path, with the cold crisp ocean air in our faces and the Golden Gate Bridge for a view, all the way out to the warming hut for gourmet hotdogs from the gourmet hotdog cart. Mabel walked part of the way herself, and picked up rocks, and put them in the pickets of her pink corduroy duffel coat.

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