Biking the Bridge

 

We rented bikes, at first a tandem that we weren’t coordinated enough to ride, and then more traditional two-wheeler single seaters.  Rode them along the bay North and over the Golden Gate Bridge with the Pacific Ocean and traffic on our left.  Just off the bride we took a steep hill descent into the town of Sausalito.  A crafty little town with great ice cream.  We used out sports, because we had them, to eat the ice cream from out waffle cones then we pushed on north and out of town.  There was a bike trail that was urbanized, sometimes it followed city streets and sometime sit was a paved entity all on its own paralleling the 101.  We missed a sign as we headed for Old Mill Park and the giant sequoia and travelled twice or maybe thrice on Sycamore St.  It was a wonderful sleepy little street with a pleasant smell.  The Park was nice with a little stream and benches to sit on.  The trees were immense as expected and the shade felt good, as we rested our legs and relaxed.  We headed home or at least back toward Sausalito.  Amy hit a nasty low and we burned through our sugars and honey packets. In Sausalito we picked up juice and caught the ferry back to San Francisco, across the bay and past Alcatraz.  The drone of the motor, rock of the waves, and muscle weary legs let us snuggle on a bench and fight sleep.  The ferry landed at Fisherman’s wharf and we found a stick of salami and some sourdough for a mid day snack before walking over to the Ghirardelli factory store.  We ate dinner on an outdoor patio at a little Italian diner in the shadow of the Colt Tower.  We wandered through the commerce district and stopped at Calzone’s for another drink in the crisp evening air.  A drag queen was waling the street handing out flyers to see the new Kinky Boots show.