On my second day of San Francisco riding I decided to taste what Marin had to offer. After a rain-soaked ride across the Golden Gate Bridge I found myself spinning up the side of a mountain while the sun started to come out. I found the trailhead to one of the many mountain bike trails, but decided to hold out for the weekend. Plus the trails were pretty wet. It's so unreal how remote and beautiful the Marin Headlands are.
We've been apartment hunting the moment we got here, so our free time is somewhat limited; granted we've been waking up before 6am every morning due to jet lag. Still, my legs have about two or so hours of energy before they need an afternoon recharge.