I'm kind of a centrist on masks. I've been wearing them in stores ever since the healthcare officials started advising them, because it seemed rude not to. But in my neighborhood it's never hard to walk in the middle of the street or step into a yard or boulevard to maintain space, so I don't even bring one when walking my dog.
If I lived in a more congested part of the city I'd wear one, but I'm less worried outdoors in general. Partly because when the protesters of George Floyd's killing packed the streets, often unmasked, I thought, uh-oh, this is just like New Orleans over Mardi Gras. But cases didn't spike, and health officials theorized the virus doesn't spread as easily outdoors. So I figured other spikes must have had to do with indoor activities -- parties and bands in NOLA, chalets in CO.
On Monday I went with some old friends of mine to visit another friend from our group who has lung cancer. I thought, well this will be awkward, wearing masks all afternoon. I wore one on the way there, where I was sitting 3-4 feet from three guys in a big pickup truck. We usually hug when we see each other, but this time we didn't. But when we got to the house of the friend with cancer, he was thrilled to get the visitors and insisted on a quick hug (we hadn't seen each other more than a few times over many years). I told him I could be dangerous, and he said, "That's OK, my days are numbered anyway."
Then we sat in the backyard and talked for 3-4 hours. We didn't wear masks. It was breezy and we sat far apart, although probably not always the full 6 feet.
It seemed reasonably safe, but I guess I won't know for sure for two weeks.