I have to tell you what we did on Sunday. I had declared it a Pajama Day, which really only means that I accept no invitations and make no plans. Since I don’t think I even own pajamas, it’s only a pajama day in Celia-spirit. I’ve started to block these off once a month in my calendar, and so far I’ve had two of ’em. They’re fantastic.
So we slept in. Nowhere to go! Didn’t have to get up at 3:30am to go run a half-marathon! It was great!
Then we got up and took the drive down the coast that we’ve been meaning to make for, like, forever. First we took the dogs to Fort Funston. I couldn’t believe that Lala had lived in the Bay Area for so long with dogs, and had never been there. It’s one of the only places in San Francisco that dogs can still be off-leash, but that was just a small part of the fun.
Dude. The hang-gliders. I’ve seen ’em before, but I’d forgotten just how awe-inspiring they are. And Lala had never seen them, hanging over the ocean, over the cliffs. The thing about Fort Funston is that they’re RIGHT over you. You look directly at the people who look like they’re going to fall out of the sky at any moment. Great photo HERE and more HERE. And there’s a webcam here, but it’s the middle of the night right now, and I can’t tell whether it’s any good or not.
I remember a few years back, when Bethany and I walked the Avon 3-Day Walk for breast cancer, we were routed through Fort Funston. All during the walk, people driving by had honked for us, keeping our feet moving on the 20 miles-per-day. When we were walking at the fort, the hang-gliders cheered and clapped from above us. I remember loving that.
This time, we engaged with a hang-glider even more closely. One soared down quite close to us as we walked along the cliff-edge, and I waved at him. Then he turned around and soared back and hovered above us, looking down. I grabbed Lala and made her turn around and look.
Which is when he dove straight down at us. Straight. Down. It’s a mostly silent sport, but there’s this loud wind-whistle as the glider hurtles right at your head. PhoooooooooOOOOOOO. I saw him grin at us, I swear I did. I might be making the grin up, placing it in my memory, but I don’t think so.
We didn’t move, obviously knowing that he wasn’t going to commit suicide by crash landing on our heads. It was like a really fun reverse roller-coaster, being freaked out by standing on the land, not moving.
Lala was SO excited by the hang gliders. Miss Idaho and Harriet ran in big loops with huge eyes and happy grins, and so did Lala.
And then it was my turn:
Because Fengari, the beautiful little yarn store in Half-Moon Bay, was having a sidewalk sale.
Now, did you ever? Yarn! Sidwalk sale! And you won’t believe me, I know, when I tell you that I didn’t buy anything. Well, not from the sidewalk, anway. There might have been a sock yarn incident on the inside, but we’re not talking about that.
Then we had olallieberry pie at Duarte’s and looked at the fog rolling in as we drove back up the coast.
Then we came home and the dogs were STILL this happy:
A good day was had by all. Pajama Days rock.
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