escape

as the sun set after the weird mini-hurricane, i nabbed the camera and headed out. the sunset wasn't spectacular, which didn't matter at all, it wasn't the point.

got in the car started out for the store and then i realized she was turning toward downtown. knew exactly what the car had in mind: we were going up to the cross. there were no roses to smell so we did not stop, but we did manage to get a picture of the theatre downtown [correction]: picture is through windshield (kind of obvious now that i look at it):

so turned up the tiny road behind city hall, wound up the windy little teeny little road, through the gate they close at night to prevent people from driving their nice comfy cars up there to have sex in. if people want to have sex up there, well, they have to hike in, in the dark. the park service is a big ole meanie. again, this is taken right handed out of the left-side window, so ...

the view from up top is sweet indeed, this is just a tiny bit of it:

the actual cross is ... well, it's a cross. they light it up at night, to taunt the horny teenagers who would heed its call and cruise up for a little teenage quality time.

when you finish the circuit and return to the bottom of the hill, it's three of the world's most lovely blocks down to the ocean:

so theoretically you could walk from the ocean and right into the mountains (well, foothills) in about fifteen minutes. and if you wanted to keep walking at that point, well, you would get one incredible workout.