I walked from Bridgeway to 2nd St to Alexander Ave, up the hill past all the tourist cars and bikes heading downhill into Sausalito, and then branched off to East Rd. on my way to Fort Baker.

The walk along East Rd. was sheltered from the wind and made for a warm spring-like day. Further down the road, the fog influence took over, and views of the Golden Gate Bridge took on a natural black-and-white visage. I looked over my sunglasses at the pure San Francisco scene and whispered to myself Instagramie-self, “No filter.”

Silver view of the Bridge. No filter.

Along East Rd. I found another favorite bench to add to my collection. Angel Island preens in the background.

Angel Island ain’t shy about its closeup.

The Bay Bridge through the trees along East Rd.

Fort Baker gleams like an emerald jewel. The Bay Area Discovery Museum, filled with visiting children, is right across the street.

Back in Sausalito, four bikers stopped for a break, blocking the sidewalk. They saw me coming and politely moved off the curb for me. As I thanked them, one of them looked at me carefully and said, “You know, you‘re a very interesting looking guy! Really. Do you know that?”

Interesting? Or... “interesting?”

Rounding the corner of Richardson down to Bridgeway, I watched a sailboat careen toward shore, sails shivering. I thought of Patrick O’Brian and maybe his Captain Aubrey would utter a contemptuous, “Lubbers!” But what do I know about sailing? They ventured off to make a foreground subject for Alcatraz.

Around the corner from Richardson and Bridgeway, Captain Aubrey spies a reckless lubber.

After picking up a roast beef sandwich on a perfect sourdough roll, I sat in the car for lunch, sheltered from the gusting wind. “I walked 175 miles round trip from Sausalito to Fort Baker and back,” I texted Mia.

“How far does Helga say it is?” asked Mia. Helga being my name for Google Assistant.

“Six miles. But she’s stupid,” I replied.