Sun just starting to glow in dark eastern sky. 6:45. I'd psyched myself up to do this. Crunch time. Stripped down, waded out into the channel, and it was c-o-l-d. Had been a windy week, chilling the ocean. Mama mia! It's only a short swim across, maybe 50 yards, and it felt like forever. BUT once out of the water I was stylin. Got dry, clothed, walked barefoot along the beach and got to the Parkside Cafe coffee stand at 7:30, got latte and a really good donut and was off along the coast. Got to Slide Ranch by 9, to Muir Beach 9:30. Nice morning, winds had died down, you could see as-they-say for miles. It's maybe only 30 miles to SF, but pretty much all up and down.
I have a bunch of things to say about the trip, a few photos, will try to get back to it later, but in a nutshell, it was fucking hard. Probably mostly so because, dumb shit that I am, I didn't drink enough liquids. I was dehydrated and didn't realize it until I limped home. Plus I can't seem to walk slowly; the old race horse (competitive runner) syndrome.
I got to the San Francisco side of the Golden Gate Bridge at about 3:30, about 8-1/2 hours. Caught buses home, saw two friends downtown; one said, "Did you hurt yourself?," the other said, "You look tired."
Getting enough liquids in me last night got rid of most of the tiredness and soreness. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. I kept telling people it was do-able, and it was. There are lots of adventures to be had in anyone's neck of the woods. More later.