Foggy Mori Point Hike Before the Flight
One last hike before the flight home, so we drove out to Mori Point in Pacifica and walked up the bluff into the fog. The whole town was under it — you could see the pier running out into gray water and the lights of houses along Sharp Park, but the ridge behind them just disappeared. Waves stacking up on that dark sand beach below, three or four lines at a time.
The trail is short, maybe three miles round trip with 350 feet or so of climb, which was about right with a plane to catch. Around the south side of the point there's a cove tucked under the cliffs, black sand, cut off from the beach by the rocks. The fog sat on the hilltops the entire time and never quite came down to us.
Then the airport. The sun finally showed itself while we waited at the gate — first clear sky of the day, and we watched it from behind glass while they loaded the bags.