Greetings from California.
Tonight, for the first time this trip, I finally got my lazy ass down to visit the bridge. It's something I usually do every night.
It was foggy and rainy and damp but surprisingly warm, and the smell of wet eucalyptus was everywhere.
It would have been a much needed clear my head moment had there not been a group of super annoying loud tourists who just would not leave. I guess I still think of Ft. Baker as for locals only, and the Headlands for everyone.
Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.