what I did yesterday

I drove to Marin, something I hadn't done in a while. Basically, since I moved to this side of the Bay. When I lived on the Peninsula (and was single with free time) I would drive out to the Headlands and just go walking. It was one of my favorite things to do. That and walking along the Great Highway, from Sloat all the way up to the Cliff House and back...and that was pre-IPod too.


Turns out that I'm a pretty sucky navigator. I didn't bother getting directions, since I'd been there so often. Also, having taken the route to San Rafael before on my trip to Fortuna, I figured it'd basically be the same to Marin, just turn left instead of right. Wrong. A "blink and you'll miss it" exit sign is what I missed, and that cost me about a half-hour trying to circle back to get to where I needed to go.

By the time I got to Marin, it was almost 330. During the morning I was checking my email to see if there would be softball practice, and it seemed like a no-go so the late arrival didn't bother me too much. But then two people responded with messages. DOH. So I went straight to the tourist spot in the Headlands, parked the car and waited for the fog I knew from experience would be coming in soon.

I was not to be disappointed. The rolling blanket crept in slowly from the west, oozing gently into the Bay. Oddly, the fingers went around the South Tower of the bridge, but for the most part, not in front through the midspan. By now, the wind was whistling in through the Gate...below I could see kiteboarders just to the west of the bridge, catching air and touching back down and I distinctly recall thinking "cool..." and "those guys are f---ing nuts!" at the same time.

After driving out, I decided that I'd waited too long to come back. Next time I'll make sure to drive out to the old lighthouse with my camera(s) and just sit. Read. Take pictures. And enjoy the serenity. It's nice.

Softball practice went ok. Didn't really do anything to help me tonight though. We all went to watch another game at Orange, the old Disco Inferno stomping grounds, which I ended up getting one at-bat in. And scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ubbbbbbbbbbed. That was one for the books, too. Swung at the first pitch, two-hopper to short so I know I have to hurry. Digging out of the box, a quarter of the way up the line, SPLAT. No rumblin', stumblin', bumblin', just SPLAT. Nice. Very graceful.

Tonight's game was odd. We came out really flat. No energy. Just kind of bleah. And the scoreboard at the end of the game reflected it...13-5, LOSE-AHH.

There's always next week. At least for them, I can't play. I have to work =(