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February 11, 2011

“The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” ~Mark Twain

June 1, 2009, I snapped this photo looking across the water to Alcatraz Prison. My belly was full from the chowder bowl I enjoyed at Boudins on the Wharf an hour earlier. I parked along Mason Street in the Presidio and took this shot. The Golden Gate Bridge was just to my left, but hidden in thick fog. A few minutes after this photo op,  I rode across the Bridge, turned off the 101 onto Shoreline Hwy to make my northerly run.  Three hours later, just north of Jenner, a car crowded me off the road landing me and Pearl upside down in the gravel. I was fine, Pearl was banged up, but the trip north ended right there.

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