There was ice on the dock this morning and it was a finger-numbing 37 degrees as we pushed off into the blackness. Hopes were high for a stellar sunrise but all that was waiting for us at the Golden Gate was chop, chill, and ominous clouds.
And then…heading back from the gate and down the Sausalito channel we were surrounded – black scaups, hordes of cormorants, billions of gulls, and dive-bombing pelicans. Meanwhile Aurora had fired up her chariot and was painting a beautiful backdrop for the feathered fireworks.
Yet another reminder to myself: Lose the expectations and amazing things will happen.