This has been one of those magical winter days, as you can see above. Judy and I walked the crumbling cliffs just south of Ft. Funston. We ran into old hang glider facilities that disappeared when these cliffs fell in 1982, or at least that's what I figured from an old sign we came across.
There were horseback riders from the nearby stables.
It was shirtsleeve weather and a truly gorgeous day.