We've had some spectacular weather in the past few days, with highs in the pleasant 70's and cool mornings. As I rode home from my bike ride this morning, I reflected on how happy I was to be in bike shorts and a short-sleeve shirt, and to be neither hot nor cold. The sun was warm and the shade was pleasantly cool, and I felt so grateful and happy to ride across the Golden Gate Bridge, and up Conzelman Road to the top of the Marin Headlands. The one-way portion of Conzelman is incredibly steep and it would take a lot of grip strength to come to a complete stop on the bike. Careless riding could end in disaster, since some of the corners have steep cliffs over their edges. It would be a long fall into the water/rocks below.
From the top of Conzelman, I could see the Bay Bridge, interrupted by Yerba Buena Island, and the Berkeley/Oakland hills in the distance. San Francisco was gleaming in the morning sunshine and the Golden Gate Bridge, currently receiving a fresh coat of its red-orange paint, was its usual, glamorous self. To the west was the unending Pacific Ocean with occasional smaller boats and one "Hyundai" cargo ship hauling out to sea. I reflected there for several minutes, before beginning my descent and winding my way through the hills of the Headlands.