I was on my way down to Crissy Fields after a great workout and an even better lunch when I realized that the first fog for the year was slowly embracing the Golden Gate Bridge with it's cold, fluffy arms. And yet I continued to check out the few courageous kite surfers. And yes, it was very kewl to see them come in and out of the fog.
The moment I saw them I remembered the days when I used to get my windsurfing gear together and get down to the beach after work. Man, what an adrenaline kick that was. Beach life is happy life and I should get my kite surfing on - soon.
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