Holy moly! We’re supposed to have a very big and nasty storm hitting tonight. We should be ok as long as the ceiling doesn’t cave in. The landlords fixed the problem we had before, but I don’t know how it will hold up with heavy rain and high winds. This is supposed to be the biggest storm we’ve seen in years. The last one left up to three feet of water standing in some intersections and knocked a bunch of trees down.
After dealing with the prior problems some time outdoors became vital.
Follow along beyond the fold for the rest of the adventure. 🙂
One evening we were out and stopped by Bernalwood to walk around the hill and enjoy the sunset. It’s located just north of us here in San Francisco. It was a beautiful evening.
We were slowly headed back to the car when I looked up and saw that Karl (The Fog) was moving in wispy tendrils along the top of Bernal Hill.
I must confess. I’m having an affair. Lastech is well aware of it and he even helps me to indulge. You see, I spent the first 37 years of my life in the desert. While the desert can be beautiful, fog, rain and greenery are NOT plentiful. I simply adore Karl The Fog. He is one of my favorite things about San Francisco. I pine for him when he’s off somewhere and happy when he comes back. He was in a hurry and moving fast that night. Lastech and I hopped in the car and raced over to Twin Peaks. It was worth it.
Twin Peaks is a great place for the tourists to look out over the city. It’s just as nice for those of us who live here. Lastech and I play “tourist” fairly often. Living in San Francisco, we tend to avoid the tourist destinations and the crowds. By doing so, we miss out on what makes this place so beautiful.
Not long ago, we got up very early. We headed out to Twin Peaks for the sunrise. With an elevation over 900 feet, it’s a beautiful place to watch the sun come up. Usually, at this time of year, the peaks are shrouded in fog. We were lucky this time.