I rode to Ft. Funston today and watched people climb back up this cliff from the beach. No way was I going down there and back without an elevator! But, really, it was a splendid day for it, the first warm day without fog and fierce winds.
From there I rode up the Great Highway, dodging drifts of sand now piling up on the lee side of the road, and stopped in again at the Beach Chalet.
This time I focused more on the people in front of the frescoes.