The Coast of Northern California has had wind and rain, creating a wild surf. Our little studio was a block from the beach, not far from Anna and close to Golden Gate Park. The raccoons knew we were coming and came out to greet us.
We were a little tired (up at 4.30) but not a minute to lose, Anna took us to the cliffs at Fort Funston, and flagging a little, we topped up the caffeine at Andytown Coffee Roasters. This neighborhood café serves a snowy plover, Anna is addicted and after one try, so was I. Pour a double shot of hot lightly sweetened espresso over ice in a tall glass, fill with bubbly Pellegrino and top with a scoop of thick rich whipped cream. Nice.
The weather was surprisingly warm and clear so Anna took her bike apart to fit in our small SUV and we took it to San Mateo. We rented two more bikes. Pete found a ladies padded spandex shorts on the sale rack, I wore Anna’s and with helmets in place we picked our way through the town to the Bay Trail. We spent all day on wheels!
The trail was flat, sea was calm, there were occasional tankers, birds and scattered high cloud, and we gazed across to the blue hills beyond Alameda. The bikes had dropped handlebars, narrow hard unforgiving tyres but the narrow hard saddle was the limit. We turned back around at the Oracle headquarters in Belmont. A huge America’s Cup trimaran is artfully arranged up on its foils on their lake.
Our friend Tom from Arizona spent a day with us. We took him out to Point Reyes to look for whales, to descend the long flight of steps to the lighthouse, eat lunch by the Pacific, and then climb up more tiled steps to see the rolls of evening fog settle down amongst the hills and see lights switched on in homes and high rises across the city.
While Anna was working we walked along the cliffs above the Pacific and enjoyed the flocks of real snowy plovers along the shore.
We met Anna at Mission Bay, toured the lab, and met her boss. We took the muni downtown and ate Burmese food with her friends, and called a Uber cab to get us home.The outstanding warm weather just held on, and so we drove over the bridge to Sausalito and took bikes out on Tiburon.
That night, Compass finally confirmed my position on the ship, so we drank in celebration for a contract was to be sent the next day. But You guessed….. Still not here!