San Francisco, CA
What do I think about during long walks on empty roads? Honestly, ultimate frisbee.
Within a week of arriving in the city, I had a new pair of cleats. On Saturday, in 80 degree sunshine, I played a pick-up game in Golden Gate Park. At the foot of Hippie Hill, a large drum circle added a sound track, only occasionally interrupted by a dreadlocked man high on LSD. ”Time!”, we called as he passed through the field, and then we got back to the game.