Hannah Brooks

Sailed over, hiked up Mount Livermore. The whole Bay, 360°.

Release day! Three sea lions back in the ocean. Best part of the job, every single time.

Only open a few afternoons a week. Walked the little suspension bridge in the fog.

Actually warm for once. Dogs, frisbees, the fog waiting offshore like it always does.

Easy walk to the cove. Two humpbacks feeding just past the rocks 🐋

Finally did the night tour, six years after moving here. The audio tour is as good as everyone says.

Ferry over, burger on the deck, ferry back. Perfect Sunday.

The town that keeps taking down its own road sign. Surfed the channel, badly.

Three hundred-odd steps down. Gray whales heading north, a spout every few minutes.

Dove the outer reef. Bleaching in patches — it's real and it's heartbreaking — and still so much life. A turtle took zero interest in me.

The haze really is blue. Eucalyptus oil in the air, apparently.

Six kilometres of cliffs and ocean pools. Swam at Bondi Icebergs first.

Opera on the steps, the bridge lit up behind. Pinch me.

Pinot flight in the sun, then pizza on the plaza. My sister drove. Hero.

Volcanic ash mud bath. Felt like a burrito. Recommended.

The 8am line is worth it for the TKO. That's a cookie, not a fight.

Oysters, tacos, and a wine bar inside a food hall. Harvest weekend has begun.