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| Historical Marker from path |
Just coming off the path at the crosswalk before Point Richmond, a handful of cyclists loaded bikes into their cars, I thought it an odd place to park. Ahead a man cruising around in a three-wheeler was slow to cross the walk as he waved a departure to the cyclists. The light was green and getting stale. As we crossed he motioned to me and relayed that a cyclist had just died, not more than an hour prior at that spot. Not a car wreck or some crazy accident falling off a cliff, just a stumble on the ADA ramp apparently.
It was chilling. His co-cyclists, all in the same pink-highlighted jerseys and socks slowly continued walking their bikes away and packing them into nearby cars. Had I not heard from the cruiser guy, the remnants of someone's life would have passed me by.
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| Brothers and Sisters from Bridge |
On the return trip, I stopped at the red waiting to cross. From the opposite side of the street, a guy came flying down the hill, whistling and joking to his friends who had stopped at the light across from me. He ran the light while joking that someone should give him a ticket. Would it be so funny had he known?
The day was cold but clear and the island/rocks to the east of the bridge shone white. For the first time I noticed a set of buildings adorning the small bump in the water. Apparently you can spend the night or enjoy a dinner there, an old light house known as
East Brother Light Station. The bumps are known as
The Brothers and a few more just across the way as
The Sisters.
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