Running along the Bay

We’re spending a few days in San Mateo, near San Francisco. The best thing about that place isn’t just the nice hotel we’re staying at, but our daily morning run on the Bay Shore Trail that span the distance between the San Mateo Bridge and the south end of San Francisco airport. Early in the morning, we drive the short distance between our hotel and a parking spot by the bay, when the air is still crisp and the sun is just out, and then we’re on our way. We enjoy the sea breeze, can smell the eucalyptus trees (as well as the stinking low tide,) see countless flying creatures of all feathers and also get a close glance at the much larger “birds” that are approaching the airport runways. Some of them are huge 747 arriving from the Orient and starting an American day for all of their passengers. When we hear the roar, we lift our chins, but keep on running until the plane disappears over the hill. Then we turn around, do the trip facing south and arrive back at the car almost one full hour after departure…