Inspired by OmbudsBen’s quest for signs of spring at his local abandoned air base, I decided to do the same at my local abandoned military outpost, Point Molate. Alas, this fascinating relic has been heavily fenced off with security details stopping people who merely stop by the side of the road to take in the fabulous view.
I was in a bit of a funky mood. Still worried about Alaska and depressed about my finances, I felt aimless, and went searching for inspiration. However, the world felt closed to me since I felt so broke. The weather, which had been so crisp and clear, had turned hazy in anticipation of the return of the rains. So, I just drove around North Berkeley, figuring I might find some signs of spring amidst the old homes and their carefully untamed gardens. And yes, there were some trees a-blooming with their pink popcorn blossoms, but not enough to strike any hope in my gloomy soul. Yup, it definitely was still winter so I headed back west toward the industrial area where the trees were barren and cast complex shadows on the bland buildings.
Finally, I got tired of my melancholy meanderings and headed over the happiest place on earth: Point Isabel dog park. Nothing can break the funk like a trip to the dog park, even if you don’t have a dog. Point Isabel would be a beautiful place to take a walk even if it weren’t teeming with happy frolicking dogs and their friendly owners. It’s right on the San Francisco Bay with views of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge.
I love watching dogs interact off leash there. They seem so happy to be free to socialize with all the other dogs and people, and their people seem happy to go along for the ride. Dogs bring out the best in their people.
Here are some friends I made on my walk:
Curly came up to me all friendly and bold, but when I got out the camera, he got shy and ran to daddy and seemed a bit surprised about the sudden appearance of this ear sniffing mutt.
I love Basset Hounds, and Truman was no exception. I mean, who couldn’t love that face? His owner was a lovely woman who sweetly tolerated my reminiscing about Nicolas, a Basset Hound that I grew up with.
This guy just gave me run-by hello. No introduction, just a quick glance on his way back to bring his ball to dad. A lot of the dogs are like that. They all seem to be on their way somewhere, but if they happen upon you while they are on their way, they always stop and say a quick hello as if would be impolite not to do so.
Eventually I went home, my mood a little less funky than when I started this journey. What would we do without our animal friends?