I had stopped by Lowes near Hunter's point with the family and generated one of those out-of-box jolts to try and experience something off the beaten path: Hey guys, how about a park out here in no-mans-land and see if it is a little diamond in the ruff? The place was that and so much more: a trippy experience if witnessing it behind the proper lens and proper mood. First off, there were only a few people there: a plus when you want to connect with the sublimity of nature. In the kind of ideal experiential transmissions from Mother Earth that I always look for when partaking out-of-box gameplans, I find that the fewer primates - interpreting and judging reality in the same myopic manner our species is hardcoded to do, you having to register the impressions of their consciousness when all you want to do is merge into nature - the better. In other words, other humans tend to reinforce within me a framework of subject-object duality that I am trying to escape via natural experiences; nature should be a solitary retreat and this place can bring you there if you come at the right times.
I walked all the way down the pathway that takes you directly into the bay. Passing empty picnic tables ready to be used, a dock that is falling apart to the left, a wetland sanctuary on the right, great views of the bay throughout. Wonderful , informative placards that allow the experiencer to imagine the abundant wetland world that used to be here. You actually see the migratory birds as they live in their wetland universe, dipping their heads into its small creeks and shallow water to get their meal, the same way they did millions of years ago. The Ecocenter was closed, but I looked in and it looked super cool and interesting, especially for kids. The dogs ruin the place because they poop and bring dog owners with them that add to the human population.
The trip continues with the industrial park that surrounds the park - there is this one super-old plant or storage complex or something right next to it that seems like it's been closed for years: you are immediately transported to an anachronistic industrial mood that can't be described. There are remants of a container receiving industry, replete with their midget ATAT container receivers that pales in comparison to the massive outfits you see across the bay in Oakland. As I drove away, towards the Dogpatch area from this park, I took the off-the-beaten-path route and passed some warehouses where the Oracle America's Cup boat was being stored. I saw where our streetcars get repaired and are graveyarded. FAR-OUT BRO. Trippy mission accomplished; sometimes reality does meet expectations. read more