We drove to the city this day with hopes of catching Mt. Sutro in all its glory, smothered by the pacific fog that made the trail look like it belonged in some type of fairy tale (not to mention the trail we took was named the Fairy Gates). However, by the time we arrived and parked, the morning fog had cleared out, and our only choices were to either wait it out until evening when karl the fog would make his imminent return, or just suck it up and walk the trail, taking the view for what it is at noontime. We chose the latter, and surprisingly enough, there were no regrets. The dense forest was populated with eucalyptus trees that made it hard to catch a glimpse of the sky at any given time. It was surreal. The poison oak was not, however. Here's the set.