jutting out above berkeley, peeking across the bay at sf, the albany bulb is an unexpected place of quietness & natureness mashed up with concrete blocks & graffiti. once a landfill, now a sort of urban park. there are remnants of what used to be an extensive bum camp, but there are still many thriving in tents on the bulb.
i've heard of the bulb for a long time, but had no idea what it was or how to get there. a couple of months ago, kelsey & i googled a bike route & biked from bart. not only is the ride easy, the bulb is right next to golden gate fields. i had never been to a horsetrack before, but $1 beer & hotdogs sounded worthwhile. it was not. well, sort of. we just obviously did not belong, confirmed by the stares of every person there. plus we had no idea how to bet. next time we'll take a seasoned vet.
so i've made a few trips up since, when the weather & my schedule allow. this last time, i brought paint & some homies.