7 miles out-and-back including a quarter mile "unmaintained" extension, the hike to Alamere Falls is turning into one of my classics.
Alamere Falls is a series of waterfalls that eventually cascade over a 30(?) foot cliff onto the beach and into the ocean.
Sally's friend Erin found the state of the trail unacceptable.
Rather than scramble back up the trail, we turned the hike into a 9ish mile loop by walking along the beach to Wildcat camp and back along another trail.
Sally and Erin took off their shoes so they could run through the surf.
Along with my elementary and high school attic memories, we have also been purging boxes of kid's books and toys, including three boxes of china animals Robin and I cherished. We sorted them into categories: marginally cute, broken, and ugly as fuck. Obviously those gnomes, glass fruits, and thimbles are precious objects to be saved for the children Robin and I have sworn not to have!
Today I drank a coffee at 1:30 and I can still feel the caffeine prickling.
My room's current unpacking status--if you refer to the earlier picture, there has been vast improvement!
Sally wanted to go to the beach and hiking, so we drove up to the top of the mountain and hiked down to Stinson Beach, then back up--4 miles each way.
We drove back Fairfax-Bolinas road, where the fog was cresting over the ridge, to avoid traffic.
Mom, Dad, Kirby and I went to Roy's Redwoods but hiked through the dry grasslands instead. Kirby folds her ears back to keep out burrs like a good dog.