It was a hot weekend. Early Spring hot, with just a few wisps of fog around the bridge. The Marin side is in full bloom, and while we were resting at the top of the hill from Ft Baker we saw a hummingbird. One of my group, a mother from outside London, had never seen a live hummingbird and was in a state of awe. They are miracles, and small, impossible things. When you see them everyday you forget. When you’re with someone who has never seen one, it helps you remember.