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Oct. 6th, 2008
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My Mind is a Little Foggy
Oct. 6th, 2008 08:46 pmWe relaaaxed this morning. The sun was out. Coffee brewed and the sound of the surf caressing our ears.
We drove into San Francisco on highway one. It becomes a surface street soon after we get into town. After a stop at Boarders for Coffee and Manga, we moved on. We took a side trip to Lincoln Park. There is a lighthouse off the coast off called Mile Rock that we wanted to catch. It entailed a 2 mile hike [sigh]. We got to the parking lot. Fog started rolling in but we decided to risk it anyway.
We descended some steps to a trail and took about 5 paces down the trail. ...and "There it is!"
Since it was still shrouded in fog we've decided to come back on another day.
We crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge and, on impulse, went down to the marina on the right. From there we could see what was left of Lime Point Lighthouse at the base of the North Tower of the bridge. It's the little tiny lighthouse dwarfed by the lower half of the tower. In fact I don't think it's taller then the foot of the tower.
We left the marina and ended up waiting for a red light by a one way tunnel. The sign by the light says the wait is five minutes long. [It's a long skinny tunnel under highway 101 and the adjacent mountain.]
We worked our way to the far SW corner of the Marin Headlands, winding narrow roads up and around treeless brown hills, until we found a small sign that said "open". It was our only hope for finding the trail to Point Bonita Light. It's only open 4 hours a day, three days a week. We started our hike.... in the fog. There was a small party of YMCA kids also running about on the trail. We got out to the suspension bridge and were allowed to go out to the actual light station two at a time. Juli and I set off into the fog, the bridge swaying in the mist with the sound of the ocean surf echoing up from below.
Cool light station. We got a lot of mysterious pictures and silhouette shots. And we survived the walking.
On the way back we stopped at a number of viewpoints on the headlands and took many photos of the Golden Gate Bridge with the south end hidden in fog. A continuous fog bank did its damned best to smother San Francisco, but would fall short just after crossing over the bridge.
We stopped briefly, in the foggy west end of Golden Gate Park and took a number of photos of one of the windmills there. Then the fog rolled in some more [yes, it was already foggy] and it got dark and colder. We drove pack to Pacifica along the water, through the fog. ...at least I think it was along the water. There was sand and surfers and... It was foggy.
We drove into San Francisco on highway one. It becomes a surface street soon after we get into town. After a stop at Boarders for Coffee and Manga, we moved on. We took a side trip to Lincoln Park. There is a lighthouse off the coast off called Mile Rock that we wanted to catch. It entailed a 2 mile hike [sigh]. We got to the parking lot. Fog started rolling in but we decided to risk it anyway.
We descended some steps to a trail and took about 5 paces down the trail. ...and "There it is!"
Since it was still shrouded in fog we've decided to come back on another day.
We crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge and, on impulse, went down to the marina on the right. From there we could see what was left of Lime Point Lighthouse at the base of the North Tower of the bridge. It's the little tiny lighthouse dwarfed by the lower half of the tower. In fact I don't think it's taller then the foot of the tower.
We left the marina and ended up waiting for a red light by a one way tunnel. The sign by the light says the wait is five minutes long. [It's a long skinny tunnel under highway 101 and the adjacent mountain.]
We worked our way to the far SW corner of the Marin Headlands, winding narrow roads up and around treeless brown hills, until we found a small sign that said "open". It was our only hope for finding the trail to Point Bonita Light. It's only open 4 hours a day, three days a week. We started our hike.... in the fog. There was a small party of YMCA kids also running about on the trail. We got out to the suspension bridge and were allowed to go out to the actual light station two at a time. Juli and I set off into the fog, the bridge swaying in the mist with the sound of the ocean surf echoing up from below.
Cool light station. We got a lot of mysterious pictures and silhouette shots. And we survived the walking.
On the way back we stopped at a number of viewpoints on the headlands and took many photos of the Golden Gate Bridge with the south end hidden in fog. A continuous fog bank did its damned best to smother San Francisco, but would fall short just after crossing over the bridge.
We stopped briefly, in the foggy west end of Golden Gate Park and took a number of photos of one of the windmills there. Then the fog rolled in some more [yes, it was already foggy] and it got dark and colder. We drove pack to Pacifica along the water, through the fog. ...at least I think it was along the water. There was sand and surfers and... It was foggy.
