“But now it’s okay again,” Diego says. “I just had to get back to nature.”
At 2 p.m., we hit Lincoln Boulevard. Diego and Rivera start running into the ocean breeze. Vanderberg shouts to them to slow down, but it’s no use. When we cross Ocean Avenue and hit the soft dirt of the walking path, Miss Muhammed, as the students call her, lets out a whoop and high-fives everyone around her. Mar’cel Stribling boasts loudly that he could walk the whole thing again. Renee Kelly, however, gold earrings glinting, camera swinging calmly from her wrist, just beams a broad, quiet smile.