Two towns south of Mill Valley, if you count Marin City which I do, is Sausalito. It’s partly an expensive residential community and partly a tourist place, the first stop off the Golden Gate bridge. The hills rise up off San Francisco Bay, with houses clinging to them along roads you couldn’t have in New England because you’d fall off the edge at the first snowfall. When I was in high school I went to a friend’s house there, entered at street level, and looked out the other side of the house from the third floor on that side — the hillside is that steep.
Anyway, between the campus tour and the big reunion dinner Arlene and I drove to Sausalito and walked around. It was chilly! We got ourselves sweatshirts, which we were glad of later in the trip as well as that afternoon.
San Francisco from the main street, right along the bay. The Transamerica Tower and the Bay Bridge are easy to spot:
Some crabs on the rocks down there (maybe you have to look hard):
A boatyard, with fog coming over the southern ridge of Mount Tamalpais in the background. We were amazed at the number of big sailboats at the marina in Sausalito. That’s a lot of people with a lot of money!
