Ocean Beach

After lunch at Bacon Bacon, I returned to the metro line and continued along the 'N' all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  It was cloudy on the coast and quite breezy.  I had put on my sun cream anyway, just in case it had been sunny.

I'm never sure what the tide is doing here, as the waves seem to always reach approximately the same place.

I didn't see very many of the tiny wading birds today - the ones with the short legs that run comically back and forward.

I did see lots of crows, which was unusual.
There was a lot of foaming water, and a lot of seaweed on the beach too.  The beach is sandy, but the part away from the water is also very soft, so you sink into it and it's hard work to walk through it.

I walked along the water's edge from Judah Street (where the 'N' terminates) down to Taraval Street (where the 'L' terminates) intending to catch the 'L' back to downtown San Francisco.

I actually had to go another couple of streets further to Vicente Avenue to find a stop at the junction with 46th Avenue.  It's obviously windy here a lot of the time - there aren't that many trees, but most of the ones that do exist and clearly fashioned by the wind.

It is quite bleak along the coastal highway - it's protected by high sand dunes on the sea side with very low vegetation, but very few trees, as you can see in the photos.  There are lots of pedestrian crossings though, to enable all the residents to get across onto the beach and these are well used.

I got to the bus stop just in time, as did another lady, Dorothy, who was also going to the game tonight.  We sat and talked all the way to the ballpark, where we went our separate ways - she was on the top deck, I was on the deck below.