From Portland, via the limpin', rabid 'hound, to San Francisco - one of the weirdest, most entertaining, and most trying journeys of the trip, but that's another story, for another time. Upon arrival in a cold, foggy, nigh-on invisible SF, we cleared the station with sanity still pretty much intact and found our way to our next base near Golden Gate Park, in the heart of the city.
The ruins of Sutro Baths on the coast down the street (and the effects of Pacific weather patterns)
our street, from Golden Gate Park (with the bridge in the distance)
Another case of the generosity of friends vastly improving our lot, this time we'd the run of an apartment in a perfect location - right on Geary, three blocks from the park, a short bus ride to the shore, and an easy link-up with the bay area. So we'd the much-needed opportunity to kick back and slow down for a few days; which is what we did, enjoying the park, the nearby coastline (Land's End, Sutro Baths, the beach), Berkeley / Oakland, and thanks to our dear friend and SF resident Miya, the redwoods of Muir Woods National Monument, over the bridge.
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