A chilly January day, but not cold enough to deter from riding. I headed down the Bay Trail towards the Port of Oakland. Stopped in Emeryville, where a sailboat had become unmoored and washed up on the rocky shore, with the San Francisco skyline behind it. Seemed like an appropriate metaphor for the city in its current state.
Onwards towards Oakland, and under the MacArthur Maze, which never disappoints, be it through contrast of light and dark, or Bay Bridge traffic schadenfreude.
Winding your way through the port on Burma Road, there are dead-ends, vacant lots, private security trucks, and a seemingly infinite number of shipping containers.
The destination for this ride was Middle Harbor Shoreline Park, which was quite desolate, sitting underneath a patterned cloudy sky.