Conquering Vertigo

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Sometimes the Weather (capital Wuh) covers the City like the cold wet robes of a Sea-ruling Sultan.

This weekend, we couldn't see the bridge for the fog. We groped our way over to Sausolito and found a warm grotto of Indian food perched on pilings along the Bay.

These kayakers paddled in and out of sight, less than a hundred yards away, accompanied by a sailing ship creaking against a lone anchor. Behind them are the mountains of Marin, Alcatraz Island, and the 7 hills of the City, waiting to be discovered in the fog.

posted by Woman In Love @ 11:15 PM