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Back when I was in Menlo Park, I jogged on this trail few times a week. Out the gate, round the marsh land, you are on this 10-foot wide paved path. One side, cars linger on the speed from the last downhill stretch of Dumbarton bridge. They zoom by hurrying to somewhere.<\/p>\n
The other side is a different world. The salt pond is eerie. It is white like a different planet and life-lessly still. Surrounding it are marsh full of water fouls: ducks, pelicans, egrets, sandpipers, seagulls, etc. Some squarrels, or so I think, are busy going in and out of their burrows. Others stand motionlessly, except of heads following you slowly, for their sun bath.<\/p>\n
I always make a dramatic slap on the sign before I take up the return trip. At that point, if you are driving, you will turn left onto Marsh Road and get onto Highway 101, heading San Francisco.<\/p>\n
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Sun campus is the homing beacon. The view is spetacular at times. But I usually get into the “zone” near Chrysler Drive. Muscles are tired, breaths are heavy, sweat gets into eyes, and mind turns blank. I changed into a single-minded machine with the goal of reaching back the gym. The world is the metronomic beats of shoes pounding the road. Nothing else exists.<\/p>\n
I always liked San Francisco Bay Area. Before I moved to Beijing, I did not appreciate it as I should.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Back when I was in Menlo Park, I jogged on this trail few times a week. Out the gate, round the marsh land, you are on this 10-foot wide paved path. One side, cars linger on the speed from the … Continue reading