We sat next to an endearing old couple at The Commissary. They had the grit of people who worked an honest living for most of the their life and now are in their pursuit of an attempt at a decent, honorable but in no means extravagant process of aging. Despite the obvious signs of age, they still hung on each other's word, but not in a patronizing way. But in quiet reverence of what the other has to say.
It's easy to make conversation with people like that.
They worked in San Francisco all their lives, but now have moved across to the East Bay for a less expensive, easier life. They come to town every once in a while anymore. They told us about Mt. Tamalpais, "Mount Tam", as locals would endearingly call it. On a clear day, one could supposedly see all across the Sierras from the top.
We paid our tab and made a run for it.
We had no idea where we were going. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge north and followed the signs for Mt. Tamalpais. We found a trail (eventually) an hour or so later where we caught the nascence of the best sunset of 2015 thus far. From the top, one could watch the sun set on the bay, its fiery glow reflected on the water, the sky, the needles of grass. It was magic hour.
I had no idea such a place existed so close to San Francisco. I have it bookmarked to return on a mountain bike someday.
