Well, I did. I spent the last week in San Francisco and the surrounding area, mostly in Yosemite National Park, with a co-worker. Before I left, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I wondered about the weather, the conditions in the park, what the city would be like, whether plans would unfold the way they should.
Things worked out. I connected with my buddy and we spent a day in SF gathering supplies and touring the city on foot before heading out to Yosemite for a few days of serious hiking, serious photography, and awe-inspiring vistas.
The park was amazing. If you visit, you’ll know why John Muir spent so much time there, advocating for the creation of a National Park and dragging Abe Lincoln there with him. If you’ve never read his work, I suggest you do so. He has written many essays on the subject of his life, and his love affair with nature, and reading them will leave little doubt in your mind as to why he lived the way he did. My copy of “Journeys in the Wilderness” is sitting on my couch right now, already read through several times by its previous owner. It now craves my own attention.
Here is a photo of the main valley in the park. It is too cloudy to see Half Dome, the iconic broken apple monument that adorns all things Yosemite, but El Capitain, one of the climbing Meccas of the world, is on the left, and Bridalveil falls is on the right. You can click for a larger version.
That’s just one of the great views in the park. There are too many, way too many, to post here. The park is the size of Rhode Island, and experiencing all of it would take several life times.
Just ask John Weir.
As for the city itself. For an urban centre with a population of 850 thousand, it is remarkably clean, compact, and friendly. No wonder it styles itself as a centre for all things carefree. It is a place to experiment, to test the waters, to be something that you might not be able to be anywhere else in North America. Maybe in Europe, perhaps. I was able to eat tons of great vegan food offerings, my co-worker gorged himself on great Japanese food, and I drank enough great coffee to still be completely wired up now, even having been back for a few days. Hybrid taxi cabs, buses fuelled by hydrogen cells, biodiesel ferries, recycling and composting facilities everywhere, and everyone doing there part. It’s nice to see what is possible when you care. Like the breezes that blow constantly in the city, the winds of change are evident in San Francisco. It is at the forefront of what could be, if the rest of North America stops to take a look.
This is Coit Tower, which is on top of Telegraph Hill in the middle of town, at Sunset. Yeah, we climbed it. There are only two street directions in San Francisco. Up, or down. Lombard street is a blast.
There is really only one track for this post. Mr. Tony Bennett.