The tide was out further than normal allowing us to slide down the rocks to the where the waves were breaking on the roads below the Golden Gate Bridge. The bridge would only break though the fog at the last glimmer of twilight. The fresh smell of exposed kelp filled the salty air. While foggy the atmosphere seemed quite dry which is quite unusual for a foggy day at the Golden Gate. The fog horn sounded from across the Gate echoing across the hillside above as ships passed under the bridge headed out to their long voyages to distant and mysterious lands. Just a few minutes earlier and the entire bridge was hidden from view but the unusually dry fog promised an opening.
It was getting late in the afternoon when I gave Matt Granz a call to see if wanted to make a dash to the coast as the clouds looked impressive. But upon arrival we were greeted with low fog and nearly cloudless skies over San Francisco. We drove up to Hawk Hill, Battery Spencer and even out to Rodeo Beach which was remarkably drenched in sunset. Thinking the fog wouldn't last long we headed back up to Hawk Hill and finally settled for the Coast Guard station at Horseshoe Bay. We'd only get a few shots, but that would be all we would need.
© Darvin Atkeson