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I used a very narrow set of steps to get down. It was actually cement bags set in the cliff face to protect some sort of electrical circuit there, and the paper sack coverings were long gone. It was steep and I enjoyed the challenge of dancing down it. The last bit was vertical and was a jump down about three or four feet.
Made a mistake one time. Took a friend up the hill here at night and we ended up needing to get down from this point. I took him down the concrete stair and he negotiated it all-right, but at the jump, I forgot to tell him about the stone rain drain below, with an edge protruding three inches above the street surface. It was dark and he could not see it. He landed on the edge and twisted his ankle. This was just before he was to go skiing in Tahoe, and he got pretty mad. I am not sure if I ever saw him again after that.
The distance for this walk around the hill was probably a mile and half and usually took me from forty minutes to an hour. This was the dog walking morning route and was the same everyday for ten years or more. In the afternoon I took different trains of perspective at random - whatever I felt like, and if I had worked all l day, the walk might be thirty minutes or less, and sometimes Sonoma walked them. Guy was still too young for this chore. When I was sixty the medicos said I had the heart rate of twenty-five year old jogger.
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