Coworking from Sausalito
On an August morning in San Francisco I rush through a gate at the Ferry terminal. An attendant yells “Don’t open that gate”, to which, confused, I force “I didn’t”. “Oh…” closing the gate he says “The Sausalito ferry will be over there, you have plenty of time, don’t rush”. But the New Yorker in me hurries always and has little aptitude to wait. So I take this photo.
My colleague lives on a house boat in Sausalito. So I decide to give this commuter ferry thing a try and join him to cowork. On the 7:40 am ferry no tourists are pawed by the wind or take selfies on the front deck clenching to their hats.
In 30 minutes the blanket of fog reveals a sleepy lush landscape of fog capped mountains and manicured houses reminding me of the Mediterranean. I land and head to Cibo. A local gallery-coffee-shop-bakery. Jell mounted photographs of far of places and laughing monks decorate the brick archways. I change my mind several times but settle on a raspberry scone and a cappuccino and meet up with Eric, my coworker.
Caffeinated we head to Studio 333. A huge warehouse that is a gallery on the first floor and a loft style coworking space on the second. Chris, the owner, greets us with a strong handshake and gives me a tour of the garden courtyard, the meeting rooms, office spaces and two kitchens. My gaze lingers on the newsprint murals, the driftwood quote art and the vast high ceilings. He really thought of everything — conference rooms to take calls from, high speed wifi and noise canceling headphones for quiet work.
For lunch we head to Taste of Rome and opt to take the fresh pressed paninis for a picnic on the benches by the Marina.
The picnic view was second only to my trip back to San Francisco. As I entered the ferry the boat attended asked “Where are you from?” I replied “San Francisco” and proceeded to take a seat and disappear into my phone. “Why are you not taking pictures?” He asked perplexed. A bit disgruntled to be pulled away I muttered something along the lines of “I am not a tourist”. “Common follow me, I’ll show you a different view.” Confused and not really wanting to move I said “Ok..?..” but followed. We climbed to the second deck and entered the bridge, the room the ship is commanded from, where the captain was steering the ferry. “Now that’s an office view!” I thought to myself. I met the captain, and although I was not allowed to take pictures, which I kinda really wanted to do at that point, got to learn about the different navigational instruments as Carl, the fog, streamed over the Sausalito mountains and back into the bay.