I have three sisters. Yep…that made for an intense, estrogen-fueled household growing up. My dad is a saint! Karen, 6 years younger than I, came out in May for a week. A grand stay-cation we had.
One day we went out to Point Reyes National Seashore and took a trail ride. I hadn’t been on a horse for almost 20 years. Karen’s horse had a total attitude, not letting mine pass her. This prompted some laughs. A pretty trail along Inverness Ridge made for a shady ride. The next couple days, though, I ached in places I didn’t know existed! To think I rode numerous times per week in Jr. and Sr. High. How did I do that?
After the ride we took our sore, bowlegged selves to Drakes Beach for some R&R. Nothing beats a beach picnic/nap/book session. Several commercial fishing boats in Drake’s Bay as well as fishing Osprey kept us entertained. I counted a minimum of 8 Osprey. While leaving, a dolphin cruised past along the surf. How special!
Once our butts were less tender from the horse ride we took bikes over to Angel Island.
Sitting in the middle of the bay, off the Tiburon Peninsula, Angel Island State Park gives non-stop 360 views of the Marin Headlands, Mt. Tam, Mt. Diablo and the East Bay, San Francisco and the Golden Gate. Coastal Miwok Indians used the island for fishing and hunting 3,000 years ago. Other uses included a cattle ranch and a US Army Post. A darker part of its history, US immigrants, many from China, were detained here. Some stayed for months on end in locked, cramped quarters. The island also held Japanese and German POW’s and a Nike Missile Base.
Hiking, biking and camping opportunities abound.
Karen and I rode the perimeter trail checking out exhibits and poking around crumbling remains of the military base. 5 miles of mostly paved trail (a little crumbly and gravelly in places) pass by ruins, the Point Blunt Coast Guard station and the intact museums. We gaped at the views the whole time.
Looking towards the city on the left, GGB in the middle and the Marin Headlands on the right:
Looking towards Tiburon with Mt. Tamalpais in the background:
Karen pedaling away:
Inside the Immigration Station:
A room of bunks. Rooms were divided by nationality and people were crammed in like sardines. Bathroom facilities were antiquated and inadequate lacking any privacy. Mesh covered the windows. What a dark time for those detained.
Poetry, carved into walls, provided expression.
Here is a translation of the above writing:
Several buildings, some fenced off, sit crumbling away.
Karen passing through some buildings:
A former hospital. Can you imagine nursing back then?
Pretty, restored buildings we didn’t have time to check out.
Karen and I had the perfect balance of rest and activity. We visited farmers markets, went wine tasting and had quality time just reading and relaxing on the couch.
I look forward to more family and friends’ visits! There’s much to share.