Crissy

Though it is rather foreboding when it's cold and windy, nothing beats Crissy Field on a warm, sunny day like today. So when V suggested we head there for a run early this afternoon, I was all for it. Just this week I returned to a regular running schedule after having broken my toe way back at the end of July. (The toe still stubbornly refuses to heal completely, but I've decided to just ignore it for the time being.)

Though we live only about 3-1/2 miles from Crissy Field, there is no quick and easy way to get there from here. Road work on Divisadero made the drive over extra long, over half an hour. I could run faster than that!

But it was worth the drive. And many, many other people seemed to think so as well. Always popular with runners, cyclists and dog companions, today it was especially crowded. We parked at the end of Divisadero and ran the 2+ miles out along the bay to the base of the Golden Gate Bridge (touching the hopper hands) and back.

Along the way, there's a plaque on one of the bridges that reads "This is dedicated to those who find this place a beautiful place to dream."

(Note: not my photos)