So I'm trying my best to work on Eastern time so that by 3pm-ish I can finish up and head out to enjoy some California sun.
Today we decided to go for a hike.
From a list of recommended walks I chose the shortest, but as we drove up to the start point we felt the shadow of the mountain upon us!
So we had a great cardio workout as we climbed up to the summit.
All I could think was the news report after our hypothetical accident ... "No, they had no hiking gear, in fact they were in trainers and t-shirts".
Luckily we had no falls and the view from the top was incredible looking back to Larkspur, San Quentin and the Richmond Bridge.
Afterwards we took a windy (serpentine, not gusty) drive around Tiburon.
Anne commented that when I say Tiburon and Marin that I still sound like I am from Yorkshire. It's the same when I call someone a fucking twat. But not quite as poetic.