Driving over a Golden Gate Bridge steeped in fog, I was confused at the lack of traffic.
People in cars were flying through the rush-hour wind like they could see for miles.
I could only see the car in front of me.
This was my first time driving this way, this time of day, and I thought I’d beat the traffic. I was wrong.
Traffic slams to a stop right around San Rafael, where 580 crosses the San Francisco Bay and dumps its contents into the 101.
After San Rafael, things get rural, so the traffic isn’t so torturous. It gives you a chance to enjoy the rolling hills.
This was a pilgrimage of sorts for me. Seeing a band I’ve loved for years for the first time, at a brewery whose beer I’ve loved for nearly as long. Blind Pilot at the Lagunitas Brewery.
Just like you might imagine, the Lagunitas Brewery in rural Petaluma, CA has lots of silos and warehouses.
Nestled in the sprawling beer campus is the “LaguMiniAmphiTheaterette,” where they host free concerts every summer.
Here are a few: