A hiking story (Part 1)
Ten years ago, I was newly single, and I developed a huge crush on an adventurous man I met online. He was charming...he had a motorcycle...and an accent...I was smitten. One day he told me he had ridden his motorcycle to the top of Bernal Hill, a beautiful overlook in San Francisco that I had never been to. He lived just blocks from there. I told him I'd love to go there and had been wanting to go there. He said nothing.
I was crushed.
I went home, and felt sorry for myself for a day or two. I wanted HIM to take me there. Something began to stir within me. A rage. An unfairness. And I decided:
I WILL TAKE MYSELF THERE.
I could sort of see it from my house. It was beyond a freeway. I had no idea how to get there. This was before I used Google Maps for everything! But I started walking in that general direction.
And it changed my life.
I saw the most charming and inspiring sights along the way. Green parks; an urban community garden. People walking beautiful dogs. An exhilarating bridge over a windy freeway. Streets with whimsical names that winded around and around through colorful neighborhoods and cute shops.
I made my way up a very steep residential street on the backside of Bernal Hill, and found a cute little back entrance through a low wall, just past the houses. An almost secret trail was lined with succulents and flowers planted by the local neighbors.
AND THEN I ARRIVED.
I walked past the labyrinth and wound up the steep hillside all the way to the top, breathing heavy and basking in the amazing views and the cool breezes.
I WAS LIBERATED.
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