Slacker Hill and Hawk Hill among the Batteries of Marin Headlands

Golden Gate National Recreation Area

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I had planned to start my day with a little sight seeing at Battery Spencer, but I encountered a one way road going the wrong way. I then encountered a parking lot that I could maneuver my little trailer into without taking up any extra spaces and investigate what was going on with my road. Had I been prepared to start then, I'd have started with my hike and had the good camera for the sunrise, maybe even in what the passing bicyclist felt was the best spot for it. Instead I was scratching my head on a bit of trail, chatting with said bicyclist, and generally thinking I don't really want to drive miles to get a parking spot less than a quarter mile from where I'm already stopped.

golden sky over the Golden Gate Bridge — The sunrise over the Golden Gate Bridge according to the phone. The bicyclist also indicated that the spotlights on the towers are usually still on at this hour for a nice accent.

So I packed up properly and thought about the breakfast I hadn't had yet and got moving a bit after the sun completely rose. This means crossing into the Golden Gate National Recreation Area on foot. There is no need to do so if one is feeling cash strapped. Entry is free to nearly all of it including this part. I'm on another big piece of the Bay Area Ridge Trail (BART), at least until I get to the road above and turn toward the battery. The California Coastal Trail, too.

well used path under the trees — BART as it heads up from the Golden Gate Bridge.

into Marin Headlands — Into the Marin Headlands part of Golden Gate National Recreation Area. The sign is from before the road was one way for cars. The right hand lane here is bikes only.

The battery is where they kept the really big guns to protect this major port and the west coast from whatever navy might challenge it. One building has been repurposed to a bathroom, but most are in various states of openness. The only thing left of the guns are the mounts. Some of it is built to vanish into the hillside at a distance, but not everything can do that.

mounts for little guns — Gun mounts! These, it turns out, are the little ones.

battery on a hill — The battery itself is ahead, built into the hillside.

among the battery space — This is where the bigger guns were.

Past the guns is the range for them, otherwise known as the view. For now, it's only occupied by people with fancier and better cared for DSLRs than my poor, abused camera. One is also just getting here although I think they're a little late.

Not too much traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge yet as it wears a bit of fog. The photographers are all out with tripods and everything.

steep slopes to the ocean below — There's lots more of these batteries out there, one down in Kirby Cove.

I pay more attention to the buildings as I head away again. One row has a fireplace in each room. The soldiers would have been quartered there.

fireplace to keep 'em warm — Okay, so what's up with the doorway?

I head back down to BART to head up it just a little bit more. I decided I would at least find my way to the top of Slacker Hill. I thought about dropping down to Kirby Cove, but decided against. The trail passes through a chaparral that looks familiar from a distance, but has odd details up close. It's different varieties of everything. It changes as I curve around the hill away from the ocean to things that live in drier areas. It looks a little more familiar, but closer inspection again shows it to be other varieties.

crossed the road for trail with sign — Back to BART and CCT.

The buildings of Fort Baker as they stand today.

odds and ends in the moisture — There are not something I'm familiar with.

banana slug in brown — Not all turds on the trail are turds.

The fog seems to be coming in. As I last see it, the bridge is wearing it around both towers. The trail comes to Slacker Ridge and where CCT goes one way and BART the other. I take the left for the peak. The trail actually drops for a bit before passing a closed area and climbing again. I think this closed area is meant to protect nesting hawks.

wire lined trail — In many places, the trail is lined to strongly encourage people to stay on it.

down the valley to a lagoon — The ridge means new view including down the wide valley to Rodeo Lagoon.

Unfortunately, the trail doesn't actually go to the high point. That's also marked as a closed area. Where it does go is large and flat. It might have been the peak once.

tunnels on the freeway and Marin — There goes the freeway.

fog shrouded bridge — The Golden Gate Bridge looks even more like its wearing the fog now.

high point separate from here — The true high point now is over there and off limits.

I ponder a large building I can just see through the fog way out on the ocean side and closer to the south coast. A lighthouse on a tiny rock. There's a few wild lighthouses out here. I turn back and, noticing that the trail loops around, decide I might as well head on up to Hawk Hill.

photographer pointing to the right — I've been followed by another photographer. Marin is actually quite a nice photo from up here, but he's after something else.

Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco behind it — There's the Golden Gate Bridge again, now with San Francisco behind.

Down to the road, it's two way traffic again with no room for bicycles. There's many of them anyway. I make my way across a traffic circle with no provisions for pedestrians and up a road that is conveniently lined with a foot path to get to Hawk Hill and Battery 129. There are odd structures before getting there. At the top, things get odder with a giant tunnel. A sign above tells of Construction 129 (the map calls it Battery 129) and why it was never finished.

a light at the end of the tunnel — The larger of two tunnels through Hawk Hill.

rocky and extensive coast line — There's some coast line down there. At the end is another wild lighthouse that I can sometimes see through the wispy fog.

building with camo coming off the roof — A place to spot while not getting spotted, or so they hoped. The camouflage is failing now.

My time at the top of Hawk Hill includes watching a hawk sit up on the wind. It is a cold, but gentle wind.

top of the hill — At the top, looking back over the majority of the fortification elements that were built here.

Slacker Hill from the top — Back there is Slacker Hill.

I follow old road down again to the parking area most people are using to visit. I watch a couple cars continue down the road, some pausing as they pass a sign warning of 18% grades ahead. I wind my way down and I think I will hike down to the beach after all. I walk past the gate to get to Kirby Cove below.

cove below — The eucalyptus trees certainly liked it here, whyever they are here.

another view of that bridge but now with beach — There's that bridge again, beyond the steep hills and black beach below.

Battery Wagner is along the way. Many have cut directly down to and the rangers have set a sign to discourage them. There is a much nicer trail a little further down which I take through the trees instead.

green door in a green wall — Pondering all the ways in which this door is failing from corrosion.

At the bottom is a campground and Battery Kirby. No one is in the campground now. It says the eucalyptus and Monterey pines were planted for shade but doesn't mention how the calla lilies came. They are in bloom.

the battery on approach — Battery Kirby in the cove nearly on the beach. From the highest on Hawk Hill to the lowest here.

battery hidden — What it looks like from below toward the beach.

I head back up again. My water is getting a bit low since I sort of doubled my plan for hiking. The sun has burned off all the fog now so that all the coast and bridge and city and far odd buildings on random rocks can now be seen. It's lovely and only mildly warm.