The Sakeman's Day Off

So there Mari-san and I were on Monday morning, pondering what to do with a gorgeous Monday when neither of us possessed the energy to emerge from bed. In Star Trek parlance, we were barely at impulse power, but the sun finally beckoned us out of our house and into our little beaten Miata, heading for Tomales Bay in Marin to enjoy some oysters.

A note of caution to other San Franciscans like us with no sense of time: other people do follow posted signs, like those that say "We close the picnic area at 4:45. It takes an hour to get here from the Bridge, so plan your trip accordingly." Needless to say, leaving Bernal Heights at 2:55 does not leave much room for Murphy to muck up your plans to drive through Marin's redwoods at 60 mph. We got there at 4:35, and Sean told us he could only sell us a dozen to eat on site as he had to go to his next job (band practice, it turned out, but that's cool!). However, after a little cajoling and speaking one of my languages of brotherhood (hippie speak and lore of the Dead), he allowed us to chill out and finish eating as long as we didn't leave a mess. So here is a shot of Tomales Bay with some crazy cloud cover, roughly at 5:30 on Monday as the Mrs. and I felt like we were the only two people on earth (or at least in Tomales Bay). Sometimes the sun does shine even if we feel bereft of sunlight!