Hiking After Making 肉饼

The Day Light Saving time begins today. I became half awake before the new 8AM this morning, even I went to bed around the new 3AM. I felt reluctant to get up hoping that I could catch up a little more sleep.

Then I felt a jolt, with a squeezing noise from my bed. "Is that an earthquake?" I wondered. "If there is a small one, there might have a bigger one after that." — My mind began to take a trip. There is no way I could go back to sleep. I got up. Indeed, it was an 3.5-magnitude earthquake! Boring.

Since I got up early, I decided to go hiking in Marin Headlands — it had been raining during the last few Sundays which kept me away from the mountains.

The weather can’t be any better for the hiking. Calm wind, bright sunshine, and fresh air. The rain causes a lot water streams on the trails. The mountain is green, the ocean is blue, and my spirit is high.

After I reached to the top of Hill 88, I looked over east, I saw that white structure on the top of another hill again.

I always wonder what that is, but I never take the chance to hike over to check it out. I thought it might be a cross built by a church on top of the hill. Today, I want to find it out.

I took a trail down the hill, even I had no idea where that trail might lead me. I’ve got whole day, no worries.

Almost an hour later, I arrived the top of the other hill. I laughed out loud when I saw this big warning sign over there. The white thing is definitely not a cross.

When I was hiking back to the bus stop, I met a couple hikers with a dog. The guy stopped and asked me:

"If we keep going up this trail, are we going to be back to where we started?"

I looked at him and tried very hard not to laugh:

"I don’t know where you started."

He felt a little embarrassed:

"Good point."

Of course! I always have a good point, if not a few. Ha ha.

After about three hours roaming in the mountains, I finally saw the bus stop. But before I reached to it, I saw a bus flying by. I just missed the hourly bus! Fine, I will have another hour to check out the horses. If I had not missed the bus, I would not have caught these two horses French kissing for a long time.

Ah. The spring is here, even the horses are frisky.

A great day, a terrific hike, and a breathtaken view, as always.

Yesterday was a beautiful day as well, but my highlight wasn’t outdoor activities, it was in the kitchen.

I missed Beijing yesterday. Actually, I was craving for 肉饼 — pan fried pancakes with ground pork inside that are sold all over Beijing. No, I cannot find it anywhere in Chinatown. It’s a cuisine from Northern China.

However, I have never made them before. I think very hard trying to remember how mom used to make them. I want to give it a try. However, I wasn’t confident how they might turn out.

Let’s see what happened.