The Fog

Finally, my first ride from the new apartment. I hit the road at 6am, and was welcomed to a blanket of fog. I made my way through Golden Gate Park, taking a few wrong turns before finding my way back on route. The fog was so intense. I couldn't see the ocean.

I headed for the Marin Headlands, like I always do, but by the time I hit the trail my glasses were so fogged up I had to ride most of the descent virtually blind. Not safe. I turned back knowing I lost time in the park, but on my way back I caught the tail end of a massive early morning ride by MC AM Riders. 30 cyclist or so came flying out of the fog. I rode with them back over the bridge before heading home. I'm always amazed at how many serious cyclists there are in this city.