July 30, 2007
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Sunday, July 29
Woke up early and took Rufus for an exceptionally long walk. We went 18th to Collingwood to 19th to Sanchez to 24th to Corbett and then home. I saw this great bike on 24th street:
Maybe Mr. Poe would ride with me more if I got one of these. Then he and Mimi could just sit in the back and eat sandwiches. I got on my bike and headed over to the bridge. The San Francisco Marathon was going on and there were a lot of closed roads. Man I’m glad I wasn’t running in that because it was cold and gloomy. I was all bundled up. The joggers were not. I took these on the Golden Gate Bridge:
It was pretty wet and miserable up to the top of the headlands, but the valley was beautiful. All of the moisture had made everything terrifically green. I think the fog is a little more optimistic in the morning than the afternoon because there’s still the possibility of a sunny day:
These are from above Rodeo Beach and Lagoon:
When I was coming up Ike Turner Hill I saw a deer! It was very wary of me and took off the first chance it got:
From the top of Ike Turner Hill I heade back down Conzellman and made my way down to Fort Baker. There’s a Marina down there and, of course, that wonderful view of the bridge:
And one of me as well:
I headed back over the bridge and then through the Presidio to the Marina and then into Fort Mason. There’s a strange sculpture with a mosaic on it in Fort Mason that I don’t quite know what to make of:
The detail is a little unsettling. Could it be little Suri Cruise??
From Fort Mason, I headed through Fisherman’s Wharf to the Embarcadero where the marathon finished. the joggers were all wrapped up in thermal blankets. But at least the Embarcadero building looked jolly:
From there I went up Howard Street. There are two interesting buildings at the corner of Howard and 6th. One of them is a hotel that has clearly seen better days:
The other is a derelict building with furniture attached to the exterior. The owners keep trying to sell it but no takers. My thought is nothing says “don’t buy me” quite like a sofa nailed to the exterior three floors up:
I headed down 10th Street and caught the beginnings of the Dore Alley street fair. No! No! A thousand times no! Maybe I’m getting too old but Dore Alley and Folsom are to crowded, too smelly, and too gross for my tastes.
I took Harrison into the Mission. This mural commemorates an apartment building fire that took many lives:
From there I took Harrison to 18th to Diamond and then home on 17th.
