The forecast called for a break in the rain that Sunday. We were heading north, and the promises of a blue sky on the bay meant we were in for a bit of luck. Maggie and I hit the freeways — first 5, then 205 and 580 and maybe 880 and a few others — early in the day, even though we were both exhausted from a long week of 100 percent birthday celebration, including two sweaty sessions at the roller rink the day before.
The wind blew over the fields of green on the Altimont, the patches of tall mustard plant and weeds blowing together like flocks of birds migrating all at once. The massive wind turbines spun furiously under blue, blue skies and Maggie and I shrieked out in excitement that maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t get rained on.
We arrived in Sausalito on San Francisco’s north bay sometime before noon. This, this trip, was the final birthday week surprise. She was taking me on a walking tour of the quirky and eclectic floating homes that make Sausalito so unique. I’d read about one of the “neighborhoods” in a magazine several years ago — of its colorful walls, its artistic, hippy residents — and I that even though it appeared exclusive, I’d have to find a way to walk the docks of Sausalito in my lifetime.
We met up with our tour guide and four other explorers, who would, by the end of the day, call each other family.
This is what we saw along the way.
This was my favorite ‘hood. However, it was also the scariest for me as the jerry-rigged docks brought back childhood memories of falling through one while walking to my cousin’s floating house on the Delta. I was more scared of losing my camera than I was of actually falling in. I will definitely be back to explore … and soon, as they are preparing to tear down and rebuild this section within the next couple of years. This is the tour Maggie and I went on. Victoria is the woman behind the tours, but ours was lead by her wonderful friend, as she was ill that day. Maggie and I said we’ll go again just to meet Victoria.