This was sort of a spur-of-the-moment trip (I left around 7 am), taking the NL to the 70 up to the entrance to the Golden Gate Bridge. I rode across, then up to the Marin Headlands, taking a detour along a trail to avoid having to a lot of the road riding—my brakes were really not cutting it on this trip, so I'm going to have to replace them. I managed to make it up to Rodeo Beach, though.
I sat for a while, just watching the surf crash onto the beach. I've become enamored with the northern California coastline (and honestly, northern California in general).
Another sight that never gets old: gazing out across the Pacific, watching the ships come in and out, wondering about the stories I'll never hear about these trips.
I stopped for about an hour for lunch (a rice medley with yellowfin tuna), a failed attempt at making coffee (the wind was too strong for my camp stove and the Bialetti), and to call my parents—my dad texted me and the wind wasn't too strong to call, so I did. It was a good conversation, even if I kept getting distracted by the scenery.
I live these rocks in detail: the orange and brown and ocean in the background.
I'm not sure what kind of plants these are but they were quite colorful.
I'm glad I did it, even if it killed my legs. I think it was about 10 miles of biking total, though I had to walk my bike on some of the steeper parts. I'll definitely be back, though maybe just to hike in the area.