A little light rain always kinda spices up a run. It sprinkled on and off this evening as I did another little tour of the alleyways of Glen Park, and then somehow ended up in a housing project on top of Diamond Heights. It was surreal, really; I kept climbing higher and higher, and the houses were getting bigger and bigger, and then I noticed glass from a broken car window on the ground. The houses didn't look particularly like public housing, but they definitely were not cut from the same cloth as the hilltop palaces around Twin Peaks, Buena Vista Park, Corona Heights, etc. But it makes a weird sort of sense — being stuck on top of a hill isn't too different, really, from being stuck out near the airport, or just — away — from essential things, places that people don't have to pass through to get anywhere else. When I got back down to Glen Park, I found the best alleyway yet … it was right below the public housing, and it was a good 300 yards of dirt road that leads to an awesome, secret-feeling little park.