As Noël Coward once warbled in a song of his, “Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.” Well, here in Marin, where today’s midday sun drove the temperatures up into the 90s, there was me, definitely not an Englishman, and hundreds of others, out on the Tiburon bike path, some on bikes, some running, others ambling, enjoying the heat tempered by the chill-laced winds from the bay.And yes, there was the odd pooch panting along the path as well.
On my turnaround point near Caprice Restaurant in Tiburon, the spot with the sweet views of the Golden Gate Bridge, I did meet up with an Englishman, who was also chilling himself in the breeze between the legs of his bike tour. We exchanged pleasantries as he saddled up and I tied up my bike, after which I walked down a bit from the point and along Shoreline Park to take the daily photo.
From the lofty shores of Tiburon Mt. Tam looks not only distant, but also somewhat dwarfed. All views here draw the eyes toward the water and the city gleaming in sun or moon, save for the intermissions when the fog brings down the curtain of visibility.