No matter. It's still out there in the Strait. At sunset people drive out to listen to the waves washing against the outside of the spit, and watch the traffic in the harbor, and (as people do everywhere it's possible) wait for the sun to touch the horizon.
There were boats in the Strait. No marine mammals on view. When I lived in San Francisco I often went out to the ocean on cloudless days to watch the sun touch the horizon. As the sun slid down the sky yesterday I realized very clearly that—though I've never lived in this place before—in heading for the northwest corner, I was heading home. And have now arrived.