We encounter the local riding excursion on our way into Baker Beach. Is it my imagination - or do these folks all look decidedly on the uneasy side on their mounts?
Today's trailhead, leading north.
Our able, if elderly guide.
The trail north ends at the river, where we decline the ford with the beach in sight.
Emma trudges back down the trail, thwarted by the river crossing.
Aaaah. A river crossing by turbolift. That's more like it.
My best friends at the summit.
Fierce headwinds are the main obstacle on the beach.
Maximum aerodynamic pressure is always at the crest.
A full 2 panels worth of rules - and it's pretty hard to overlook the requirement to pay up.
Every fisherman's dream - a bakery and a machine shop.
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