Cycling the Golden Gate

 

 

30 kilometres on bikes taking in the Golden Gate Bridge, surfers (in pretty thick wet suits) under the bridge at Fort Point, the pretty village of Sausalito and finally on to Tiburon.  It was a magnificent day - sun shining, not much breeze and plenty of country side and iconic land marks to take in.




   

How hard can it be..."1, 2, 3, jump.."

Dougal had Fergus in a headlock
about 2 and a half seconds after
this photo was taken.

Crossing the bridge.  There were a group of surfers
 just below us here at Fort Point, catching some
2-3 foot waves in very thick wet suits!

Some old bloke at Sausalito had a parrot which Doogs happily put on his shoulder for the photo.

 After the ride (about 30km all up), Sam's Anchor café was a welcome respite for a late lunch / early dinner.  It was beautiful sitting out beside the Belvedere Harbour as the sun went down having some fresh calamari, fish and replacing lost fluids.  We caught the ferry back from Tiburon to San Francisco (a route that must be an idealic commute for many workers in San Francisco).

 

The beer of choice after
a days ride around the Frisco Bay!

As it turned out, there was a blues festival going on in the streets of Tiburon which made for a great afternoon.  The band was probably more country than Blues but it still made for a very pleasant conclusion to a fantastic outing.

 

Although it had been pretty warm through the day, the afternoon winds made it pretty fresh on the deck of the ferry.  Still, a quick outing on the top deck prevented the boys from going to sleep after a pretty long ride!

The San Francisco skyline as we head back on the ferry.

We had a bit of a wait for the ferry - which gave us an opportunity to get this photo of the sun setting over the bridge and Fishermans Wharf.  The bloke in the black jacket 2nd from the left - after 3 or 4 Fat Tires and a Napa Valley Sav Blanc at lunch, I accidentally grabbed his pony tail against the hand rail when I got back onto the trolley rail after taking this photo.  Took about 3 or four tugs of his head to make me realise what I'd done.  All I could do was let his hair go and apologise.  He was OK about it - might encourage him to keep his hair at a manageable length!