In addition to having a World Series winning baseball team, San Francisco is blessed by beautiful country right up to the city limits.
The weather is perfect – warm and bright and so I go to climb Mt Tamalpais. Normally known as Mt Tam, which of course makes me think of Tam O’Shanter,
“Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
E’en drown’d himsel amang the nappy.
As bees flee hame wi’ lades o’ treasure,
The minutes wing’d their way wi’ pleasure:
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious!”
Met a couple from Alaska at the top who come down from the the encroaching dark of the Northern winter for a few days of respite. Great people.
Down to Stinson Beach – it is November but people are sunbathing.
Lots of birds:
Back over the Golden Gate and thence to the bar.