This lonely islet sits in San Francisco Bay off China Beach a few hundred feet from the shore. It’s bigger by far at low tide (shown here).
On a fogswept evening it is possible to imagine being marooned on this tiny spit of land, and feeling alone in a forlorn world. The lights of a distant freighter can be dimly seen in the distance. But all too likely the islet is hardly visible from the ship, which will pass by in the dusk.