Another flight, another yoga magazine....

MMB has repeatedly asked for more hike details; so here goes (couch potatoes can read something else now..)
We didn't walk across the bridge because that is loud and boring. Started in Sausalito... Walked along the water but within eyesight of the freeway (alas) to mill valley; the road to which is long and flat, but not without its diversions. When we got to the beginning of the dipsea (very hilly last 8 miles) we had a pep talk and tea. Very Mount Everest/Mountbatten. Oh! And the juicy subtext of this was Albert was not allowed on the trail- so we had the thrill of acting like criminals. Thomas took Albert, and walked ahead because he says if I see a cop, or even a lesbian in navy blue,  I admit everything. We had the doggie babybjorn (see photo) but Thomas, in yet another example of how his lofty IQ can sometimes veer towards semi stupid, claimed that carrying Albert is also verboten because the dog would still be on the trail .. (Can you see what I have to deal with?) The dog is above the trail! Above is not on! They are different prepositions! 

Anyway we rush down to Muir Woods..Thomas then goes a different way and tells me to lead the Germams to the " top",  and we will reconvene for the picnic.

All went according to plan: 

sandwiches, Albert's gourmet lunch, more Tea; no lesbians in navy blue.

After the picnic, the euphoria hits because we are five miles from a hot tub and some bruschetta. Also there are rumors beer is sold in Stinson. 

So two miles out I decide enough is enough and I take Albert off leash and we run wildly down hill

(See Lech blog entries) . We cheer and jump and Albert stays more or less at my side. I'm telling you, it was extremely pleasant... 

Our German friends were confused by the emotional outburst; but Thomas explained this happens on Wehlen hikes.

Would I do it again? Yes. But Thomas found it a little boring at the end... It's a long hike after all. Once we reached the town, we stopped for refreshments and walked the last mile to the house. 

So here I am at the Exeter inn. Feeling a bit blue actually- watching the Warriors on a crappy TV alone. F swung by, but had to get back... Sigh. Packing tomorrow. I want to grab my kid and go home... 

Soon my pretties xx