Then we had dinner at the Beach Chalet as the sun set and parasailers swooped over the water. After dinner, as the sun was still declining, we went out on the sand. The wind was blowing in strongly from the Pacific Ocean, but the water was calm and the waves were very tame. I dipped my toe in the water. I think it has been ten years since I dipped my toe in the Pacific, although I have been to the West Coast quite a few times--it seemed a shame to come thousands of miles again and not actually touch that ocean.
The sun set beyond the water. There wasn’t a green flash--I think maybe because there was too much fog. Then we drove by the de Young Museum. I had the little pot of Little Pinky in my lap. In front the de Young it’s a loading and unloading area only, and they are very strict about enforcing their rules. To avoid getting ticketed for merely stopping, I got out of the car. I showed the museum’s façade to Little Pinky: “Look, Little Pinky, it’s a beautiful new museum. And look at all the grass they have!” The kids in the backseat got a kick out of that. Then I got back in the car and we were on our way.
Here is the regular Pinky:
. . . although she is at the Huntington, not the de Young.
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The only beach in Northern California where I dipped my entire body was Stintson in Marin. That's my favorite beach in the area. I used to live 2 blocks away from GG Park and almost every day during the spring and summer, Pozor and I would walk through the park to the beach. For a Jack Russell he was quite the beach bunny and loved playing in the sand.
Did you go to Fort Funston? That where you get to see the handgliders really up claose and personal. My friend Steve used to do that every weekend. It's pretty cool to watch. There's a part of me that wished that I had taken the opportunnity to learn how to glide alongside the seagulls.
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