QUELLE HORREUR

The bus to work, once you have crossed the Golden Grate Bridge, passes scenic vistas and lovely rolling terrain, before gliding into Sausalito and proceeding toward Mill Valley on more level ground. It's biker country. On the weekends, many natives bike. There's always a gaggle of them near the public bathrooms in downtown Sausalito, as well as swarms heading north toward the salt marshes, where, presumably, they mate and die.

Amazon

California needs the rains. We've been parched for too long. Serious cold and wet cannot come soon enough.


In the evening, the bicyclists are invisible, because it's dark early.




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