Nudes

Ran through the Presidio with Breanne leading and sometimes following on a bike. She took a picture of me next to a street sign that bore my last name. It was named in honor of a former Captain of the fort. His first and middle names were Erasmus Darwin. Clearly ambitious parents. Confusing too, for Erasmus was a famous Theologian while Darwin, well, he was Darwin. Erasy did believe in free will in an age of predestination, so we'll give him that.

We rode/ran to the edge of the Presidio, to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, as Walter Sobchak would say. We walked a winding path to the water, and were provided with a magnificent view of the Golden Gate Bridge, from "behind"- an uncommon angle for most visitors. The waves were tall and the undertow was strong, but not as strong as the inexplicable pull of seeing a nude person on the beach. It was a man, maybe 65, flipping like a fish from one side to the other. I tried not to stare and took a snapshot so I wouldn't have to. It came out well. I particularly like the other man in the forefront, passing with his head trained on his shoe tops.

We made our way over to Chestnut street and as usual had burritos at Los Hermanos. They were more delicious than usual, having just finished a 7 or 8 mile run (with a break to see the ocean up close). We plan to go back next week, maybe to take in some sun, but not naked.