Saturday the dropped up on the east side of the bay and we walked all over Berkeley and into Oakland. It not spent much time in either city so I was looking forward to this part of the weekend.
The weather was mild, partly cloudy, with sun coming and going all day. The temps were pleasant and the view was great.
We walked a lot of hills over the 3 days, but then this is the San Francisco Bay area so that’s to be expected, right? It seems that each day had at least one especially difficult hilly area. On Friday, it was the climb along the Great Highway up to The Cliff House and beyond. Sunday we walked that really ugly hill from Fort Baker up to the Golden Gate Bridge.
Saturday’s hill challenge was Berkeley Hills. I remember one hill that was particularly steep and a very long climb, over a quarter of a mile. Approximately 1/3 of the walkers ended up stopping at least once on the way up to rest. When I got to the top, there was one of the safety team there to keep an eye on us as we crossed the winding road above. He and I had chatted off and on all weekend. He reached out and took my hand and acted like he was pulling me up the hill. At the top, he held my hand a moment and said, “You OK?”. I said, “Yeah.” He continued to hold my hand and said, “Really? Are sure you’re OK?” to which I replied, “Oh yeah. Hell yeah! I’m a Mountain Woman. These sissy hills don’t scare me!” and off I went.
Next we walked into Oakland where we picked up the ferry for our ride to camp. But first, a nice rest in the shade along a lake. And a photo op:
(I blame the boa. Yeah. Cause I’m naturally quiet and shy and introverted. Yeah. It was the boa. :-D )
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