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Went out to San Francisco again. I think I've identified the apartment building that's on the site of the old Third and Townsend station, the elegant terminus of the fruit-packers' railroad that became Caltrain; this:
Then I went out to Ocean Beach again. The light was waning, but a steady stream of surfers in wetsuits were coming to and from the beach, so I was surprised to see they were passing between red barriers with a warning sign that the beach was closed: "Dangerous surf. Swimmers and waders have drowned here." Through the gap in the dunes, it was apparent that this was not working as a deterrent.
After boggling at a 15-foot hank of washed-up seaweed lying on the beach,
I found a bit of relatively uncrowded water's edge and blóted.
Then I took the streetcar back while night fell. Rain was starting to fall as I crossed over to the (new, glassy, cramped) station, where I caught an express train and found it hard to see the station names in the darkness from my seat upstairs. But I got off at the right one, and the rain was again beginning as I began the walk home.
Then I went out to Ocean Beach again. The light was waning, but a steady stream of surfers in wetsuits were coming to and from the beach, so I was surprised to see they were passing between red barriers with a warning sign that the beach was closed: "Dangerous surf. Swimmers and waders have drowned here." Through the gap in the dunes, it was apparent that this was not working as a deterrent.
After boggling at a 15-foot hank of washed-up seaweed lying on the beach,
I found a bit of relatively uncrowded water's edge and blóted.
Then I took the streetcar back while night fell. Rain was starting to fall as I crossed over to the (new, glassy, cramped) station, where I caught an express train and found it hard to see the station names in the darkness from my seat upstairs. But I got off at the right one, and the rain was again beginning as I began the walk home.