Huffing, puffing, one foot in front of the other, 99 bottles of beer, always up and up, the Hippo was struggling. I looked up and the gang was wayyyyyyyyy ahead. Two more tremendous steps later, the gang disappeared around the bend. I had to stopped. Besides the view of the Montara beach below was magnificent. Ahead the Pacifica coast was gloriously bathed in the brilliant sun. Out of breath but continued on, up and up. The wind howled at the top of the Montara mountain. Refreshing after a major effort up the hill. However, after 2 minutes it literally got cold. Sex, prostitution, relationships, engaging talk. It was an excellent hike in the Montara State Beach park.
Pacifica beach area:
A little close-up:
Montara beach:
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