94: Goat

I love the Bay Area after a rainstorm comes and clears out the haze. From East Bay you get wonderful views of the Golden Gate and the city skyline. I was thinking that it would be even better from Yerba Buena Island, that piece of rock dividing the Bay Bridge that is an afterthought to thousands of commuters.

I decided to lock myself out of my car in Blue Park, a hidden-in-plain-sight patch of forest facing the city. After calling friends to come rescue me, I decided to take a stroll and check out the area while waiting. I found this big guy hanging out at the bottom of a brick well. Thinking he was simply seeking refuge from the storm that had passed, I merrily took some photos until I realized that perhaps he wasn’t here by choice.

My rescuers and I contacted animal rescue services and the island city services, and between the parties they eventually got our friend out okay. We couldn’t stick around for the money shot, but we did revisit the site later to find our friend happily missing.