Just a few more from Albany Bulb.
Category Archives: Excursions
I’ve heard of this place out on the Bay, with lots of sculptures and sometimes at risk of disappearing (tides? officials? dunno). I’ve never been – so many places I’ve never been. It has a name – Albany Bulb – and what a fascinating place to explore! With a little care not to walk through somebody’s campsite.
Saturday was the start of the normal weekend. Morning martial arts class, lots of quehaceres, most of which didn’t get done because the car was ready for pick-up. I’m thankful for the free shuttle service, which was only about half an hour later than I wanted, but just good enough. The cousins in Richmond were off school this last week too, but we’ve had the sick Kid and the sick car and then a train adventure and oh, we’re very busy people.
Forget the quehaceres! We grabbed the girls and took them to the beach. Rodeo Beach, Fort Cronkhite, Marin Headlands. La playa fria. It wasn’t so cold. The wind was strong, but it’s been stronger, and it was almost a warm wind. Warm for la playa fria. But not a warm day.
They were properly appreciative of the gray beauty of the waves. Good girls!
And then we ate Indian food at Sartaj in Sausalito. As is right.
Instead of going to Mexico to visit family last week, the Kid and I stayed home for vacation. First he was sick, and we cancelled all the fun stuff we’d scheduled to distract ourselves from changed plans. But then he was better, in time to take the train to Fresno for a quick overnight visit with a friend. (We had to take the train. The car was sicker than the Kid and still in the shop.)
A few photos there and back.
The train ride was about 4 hours, maybe an hour longer than driving. But I could take lots and lots and lots of pictures, and spin and knit and the bathroom travelled with us. The Kid got a little bored, but he was pretty content with the train ride. I don’t think we’ll do it often, but it was a nice adventure for our vacation.
My brother’s lived in Telluride, Colorado for about ten years, but I never visited until last summer. Between festivals and school and coworker vacations, we found a week.
Next time, and I hope there is a next time sooner than ten years, I want to stay at least ten days. Two weeks would be even better.
Sadly, about the time I adjusted to the altitude, I came down with a cold. I spent a day or so in the hotel, but at least I had a spectacular view. Mountain Village is a strange place, but the view!
Before we left, we drove to Bridal Veil behind Telluride.
It was a nice visit, too quick, not enough oxygen for this coastal body. Beautiful.
I walked down the Redtail Trail until it met up with the Grass Valley Trail.
A few weeks ago, I drove along Redwood Road until I found a likely trailhead at the Marciel Gate.
A few weeks ago, the Kid and I grabbed a chance to go to Yosemite for a weekend trip. The afternoon we arrived, we drove over to Mono Lake and hiked from a trailhead by Black Point. No marked trail. We got to bushwhack (and the bushes whacked back).
We had a goal. One of our friends remembered finding fissures up here on her last visit. We found them again, and the adventure of looking for something, no trail, made for a very happy Kid. The Kid and friend were buzzed by a snow owl (“in summer!” said the Kid in amazement) cruising over them in a different fissure.
We ran down the black sand side of Black Point, switchbacking all the way. Looking back:
“Better than LegoLand!” said the Kid.
(We were sorely disappointed the next day. The Kid was sick, so he and I stayed in the cabin all day before driving back home.)