Tim in Fog at Point Reyes

San Francisco Weekend Creates Higgledy-Piggledy

Tim in Fog at Point Reyes
En route to the lighthouse at Point Reyes

Well, I had a busy extended weekend. Ironically, I live in sunny southern California but got sunburned in the much cooler, much foggier northern California. Go figure!

Friday I walked from the Palace Hotel down to the Embarcadero shooting pictures, over 21,000 steps. My legs were killing me. I walked so far I decided to take a taxi back to the hotel. The hotel is both historic and beautiful, as you can see from the picture below.

The Palace Hotel Dining Room, San Francisco
The Palace Hotel Dining Room, San Francisco

Friday night found me, of all places, at the baseball game! About halfway through, when the people behind me began cheering, “Kill LA!”, I figured out that the San Francisco Giants were playing LA! Up to that point the game was simply between the people in orange and the people in grey.

Sunday, we drove up along the coast further than I’ve ever been in northern California, though still not very far: past the tie-dyed (stuck in the flower-powered hippy generation), artsy community of Stinson Beach (eat at The Lunch Box—the best sandwiches ever!) where the San Andreas fault comes ashore (probably the most geologically active place in the US), and then up to the lighthouse at Point Reyes. As you can see from the top picture, the weather along the Pacific Coast was extremely foggy, windy, and cool.

Deer in the fog at Point Reyes
Deer in the fog at Point Reyes

 

But the biggest news from the trip is that we will be moving to San Francisco. First, I thought life would be taking us back to Atlanta, and very quickly at that, as in October 1st! The move looked rather certain. But only death and taxes, right?! Without warning, that plan spun on its head, and San Francisco, the most expensive city in the country, here I come.

Reflections in the San Francisco Financial District
Reflections in the San Francisco Financial District

 

To me, San Francisco feels very different from Atlanta and LA. San Francisco feels more like a “real” city, a New York City or London. And the geology, along with the unique architecture, gives the bay area a distinctive personality. While I really like both cities, Atlanta, and especially LA, just feel like unsightly, unending sprawl.

So, life is about to become topsy-turvy, higgledy-piggledy, hugger-mugger… While the move to San Francisco is not rushed by an immediate timeline, still, there will be a lot to do in a short period of time. I have been known to like closure!