I have recaptured a bit of my walking mojo, after a downturn in the month of August due to heat and illness. In the past 9 days, I have walked 5 times for a total of almost 34 miles. And while it's still hot, it's not as humid and the walking is actually enjoyable again, if a little...moist.
As usual I have taken photos on my little hikes and I will share them with you now (lucky you!).
Here's an old school One Way sign I discovered on my walk home today, way up on Bankers' Hill. San Diego doesn't seem real big on actually replacing signs like this, which has apparently been bent by either wind, neglect, or an accident. I find it kind of charming, though.
I'm not sure what is happening now, but I was sufficiently alarmed enough to stop and look around a bit, just to make sure I wasn't missing something. The "in love" part threw me a little...maybe some hopeless romantic wrote this in the throes of obsession. (No...it wasn't me.)
My favorite San Diego freeway, the unimaginatively named State Route 163, winds its way through Balboa Park into downtown. It's beautifully tree-lined and in the fall some of the trees actually shed their leaves. This view is from the El Prado bridge that runs from Laurel Street into the park, and looks south towards the city.
One of my walks the other night took me down along the Big Bay (as they call it here) and past these ships, which were anchored awaiting the Labor Day weekend Festival of Sail. This festival included ships like these shooting at each other and a stretch of closed off street which you had to pay to get into, and which housed funnel cakes, shaved ice, and bacon-wrapped hot dogs. I mean, who wouldn't pay to walk down that street, right?
Near the Festival of Sail was this sand sculpture, part of an exhibition that was taking place on and near Broadway Pier during the same time period. Technically not a sandcastle--built more like a shit brickhouse, I'd say--this...ahem...piece of work caught my eye. In fact, both of them.