A lagoon separates Foster City (left)and San Mateo (right)
The nearly cloudless sky and mid-sixties temperatures fostered pangs of guilt that I had spent most of the day indoors. I bribed the youngster with the promise of a burrito, and he joined me on the two-mile walk to one of our favorite taquerias.We entered the path fronting the Belmont Slough. The ducks sat quietly in the lagoon, gazing with questioning eyes at my knapsack. No bread today, fellas. Bicyclists pedaled by--we could have ridden ours, but what's the hurry?
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