Point Diablo's light and horn.
Rich deployed his sail as we approached Point Bonita and her lighthouse.
Tom checked in with the group to see if anyone was uncomfortable with rounding the point. On this day??? Not one voice of concern... flat, flat, flat.
The group of 22, safely round the point sets it sights on terrorizing the birds at bird rock. We're that reckless, you know.
Cormorants fly low across the horizon.
Margo, no longer a gate virgin.
An old bunker protects Bird Rock from encroaching kayakers.
Sensing no ammunition rounds, we continue our approach to Bird Rock.
A tiny glimpse of Fort Cronkhite beyond.
Joe's just come through the slot.
Don and John
After lunch, we head back, but closer to the bluff, to avoid the grenade launching.
A half-filled ship of empty containers exits the bay, likely to go fill itself with unnecessary plastic objects. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GK462XnRjQ
The light, with her shiny new, seismically stabilized bridge.
Jim, our other gate virgin of the day, with a horrifically ruined waterspot photo. :(
Therese, Stuart, Eoin and Margo all miss the (alleged) excitement in the arch.
I'm naming this one Cormorant Rock.
That road sure makes a wicked scar on that mountain, doesn't it? Reminds me of a Mike Tyson haircut.
Our intrepid trip initiator, Tom.
A view I never get tired of.
