I Left My Heart In….Marin

A good bud of mine (actually, “good bud” is a little light…George and I go back over 10 years, having worked at a couple of jobs together and kept in touch from all the far ends. Me in San Francisco and New Jersey, he in the likes of NYC, Connecticut and now Boston. Him traveling more than me, but we’re always tethered via electronic mail. Drives our sweet ladies crazy but hey, that’s what best friends do – be it next door or next email. You keep in touch.)…anyway, George is now in my old foggy stomping grounds of San Francisco.

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(Shot the above last 4th of July before he and I, and our sweet girls, took in the Phillies/Mets game at the Good Guys Park in Philly. – Just a reminder…J.A. Happ went inning for inning with Johan and in the end, The Flyin’ Hawaiian laced a single in the bottome of th 9th to give the Good Guys in the red pinstripes the win…)

Anyway, the business called him to San Franciso and he landed there earlier today. George puts the pedal to the mettle, works hard, grinds it out. He does a great job of getting it done business-wise, while also trying to carve out some R&R time if the schedule allows. And for this cat, R&R doesn’t mean a dainty museum walk.. it means hopping on a frame loaded undernath with knobby tires and hitting the trails of Marin County, just over the Golden Gate Bridge.

When I lived in San Francisco, 2003 to 2004, heading to Marin was a true escape to where mountain biking was born. I had hit the trails of New Jersey, but really, until you start one of those death climbs in Marin, you don’t know mountain biking. Everything seemed to start uphill! For a mile or so! But the payoffs…oh, the payoffs. That was what made those dusty fireroads and foggy single tracks worth it.

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Pedaling with a North Face camera bag slung over my shoulder and a Canon Rebel film camera and a Canon A80 PnS, I rode, but I tried to capture as well.

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Above, that is a true fog line. No joke. So many stories of my “adventures” on the trail of Marin. Smelling the eucalyptus trees, seeing the fog rolling over the trails. It’s a special, wonderful place.

It’s not all mountain biking though. NorCal has some epic surfing as well…as evidence by the Maverick’s break. Fort Cronkite, where I shot this below, has a good legion of followers as well.

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George will have fun in Marin. It’s an outdoor sports maven’s dream. I rode its trails and run its hills. I’ve smelled the eualyptus and shivered in its fog. I’ve washed its mud off of me, and yes, it drew my blood too. Marin is in me. I have the scars to prove it.

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© Mark V. Krajnak 2009 | JerseyStyle Photography | All rights Reserved Unless otherwise noted, images captured with a Canon 20D, SanDisk digital film, finished with PS2 and Nik Software.

8 thoughts on “I Left My Heart In….Marin

  1. I lived in San Mateo from March of 2003 until March of 2004. What I miss about the bay was Muir Woods, Monterey, Oakland. We loved it out there. Not so much the mountain biking, though.

  2. That fence shot is awesome, with a lovely vignette. So pastoral and relaxed. Doesn’t exaclty scream “belt down the hill on your bike and rip up your arm” though.

  3. Hello!
    Very Interesting post! Thank you for such interesting resource!
    PS: Sorry for my bad english, I’v just started to learn this language 😉
    See you!
    Your, Raiul Baztepo

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