Hiking with the hippies

When you meet someone in San Francisco and they ask you "What do you do?", they don't mean 'what kind of work do you do?', they mean 'what do you do in your spare time?'. Each time we get asked this question, Nick and I will look at each other a little sheepishly and answer "Well, we like to eat." So this weekend we decided to grab the lazy, fat bull by the horns and get ourselves another answer to this question - we went hiking.

Sunday morning we drove up to Point Reyes, about an hour north of the city. We picked a hike out from the web that was about 5 miles long and in the 1-3 hour category, ending up at the ocean. Here's a few pics from our trip:



This last picture is the best one I could get of what we thought first was a goat, but turned out to be a white deer. From the web: "The White Fallow deer in Point Reyes National Park are creatures of rare beauty and have resided in the PRNS for more than half a century. The deer were originally purchased in 1948 from the San Francisco Zoo by a Point Reyes resident who released them into the wild to hunt. When Point Reyes became a national park in 1962, hunting was banned in the area and the remaining deer have thrived ever since. At present, about 1,150 exotic deer live in the park."

We ate lunch on the beach, breathed fresh air, listened to silence, saw plenty of wildlife, got a good work out, passed lots of smelly hippies on the trail, and generally had a relaxing day. Are we hikers now? Maybe not. But it was nice to get away from the concrete jungle for awhile.