That, from a place called Hammock. And this from, appropriately, Painter's Hill:
At that time of morning, one finds more surfers or fishers than swimmers. (Leave it to me to be, as always, a minority--both as a swimmer and cyclist!) When you're up before most other people and throw yourself at a great expanse that seems like infinity, it's hard not to wonder about the meaning of it all:
As it turns out, the woman in the second photo was watching her daughter:
As my mother is not, and never has been, a cyclist, surfer, swimmer or fisher, we have a different mother-daughter relationship. It was still more than welcome at the end of today's ride, in which I managed to beat the midday heat and afternoon rain.