When I was 14, my father, brother and I took a drive down to California for New Years. We hit Seattle as it got dark out and I’d never seen a sight like it. The lights. The skyline. It was a sight I’d never forget. At Eugene, we took a right and went over to the Oregon coast, stopping at little fishing villages for lunch and sleeping in the car in gas station parking lots. I was over the moon when we got to San Francisco. I was star-struck about a city. Haight-Ashbury. Hippies. Peace. Summer of Love. Grateful Dead. Janis Joplin. The Filmore. Monterey International Pop Music Festival.
But we just blew through the city because we didn’t have time to stop. I wanted to experience San Francisco. I wanted to go to Alcatraz.
Leah and Simon live there and since I’m not sure when I’ll ever get back to San Francisco, here’s a great post and some beautiful images that are miles above what I would be able to take, if given the chance.