Notes
Up to Inspiration point via San Roque and down tunnel rd to the Mission. Felt pretty damn good. The clouds were rolling over the islands, covering them in a warm felt blanket of mist. On my way up I saw a red-tailed winding its way through the trees. Awfully nimble for such a big beast.
Got called a fucking faggot right outside my apt. so I was glad to get on the trails and leave the homophobes behind.