Windy!

I knew today would be hard, but never thought I'd have to attack San
Francisco's Great Highway bandit-style like this. The headwinds were
so strong, and I was pummelled with sand blowing off of the iceplant-
choked dunes.

Heading over the GG bridge into Marin, I really had no clue how to get
where I wanted to go, despite many great maps provided by the Pacifica
tourist information storefront. Luckily, in Mill Valley, I met up
with Bruce, a rugged bicycle commuter, who showed me the way as far as
his place in Fairfax. Then it was up and over some mountain via Sir
Francis Drake Road all the way to Olema, where I'm camped tonight.

Friendly campground neighbors gave me an extra ear of roasted corn
which really hit the spot.

66 miles today.