My sister told me about a small park up on a hill in Sausalito with really cool views so we set out to find it on a sunny afternoon. After going the wrong directions for about 30 minutes we finally found it tucked away on the most unsuspecting street in a neighborhood.
Sausalito has very intricate hilltops with the sweetest bungalows nestled along the winding roads. San Francisco has pretty steep hills, obviously duh, + incredible views of the ocean but Sausalito gives it a run for it's money. The town is a sweet little village with incredible views + fresh air. Just over the GG bridge from SF, it's like a completely different world with less fog + more sunshine. It's so quiet + serene, until our loudmouths get there. ;)
This park was no exception. There wasn't much more than a slide + swings with a nature path behind it but wow. On top of the slide you could see the sea + mountains for miles. Every time we visit California there is more to do than we did the time before that and never any time to do it all. Which is nice because there is always something new to do.
As great as the day was to explore + take our babies to play, I couldn't help but think (because I'm a pessimist, realist, whatever you want to call it) there would, again, come a time when special times such as this day, would end + we would have to leave + go on with our normal lives. I had that sinking feeling + those heavy thoughts down every street we walked because I know we will have these times again soon, but our babies won't be so small + we won't be as young as we were that day, or today.
But for the time, we just played + I watched the water.
