One foggy San Francisco Sunday, I finally made it to the Marin Headlands. Stupidly inaccessible by public transit, the headlands have been the single most elusive day trip of my five-year Bay Area existence. It’s a beautiful area, a straight 20 minute drive from where I live near Daly City, and now I own a car so there are no more excuses.
breakfast stop at sufficiently greasy diner in the Outer Sunset
mile-long hike out to the ocean
four-mile loop through the hills
run around like a hippy with flowers in my hair