Actually, from Pacifica, a few miles south of San Francisco.
RV Talk: We’re in San Francisco RV Resort, a Thousand Trails “Collection” park, an Encore member. So instead of whatever price they charge everyone else, it costs $20 a night to have your windshield facing the ocean. And a constant 5-15mph “breeze” off the water – the windsock on the cliff is almost never without air and usually at a 90-120° angle off the water – the wind whips up the cliff, providing good conditions for new-age aviators:
Now the negatives:
1. A near constant 5-15mph breeze off the water that makes a 70° day feel like 60.
2. 99% chance the cliff you are on will collapse when the San Andreas Fault is tickled again, make that 100% if an alien ship crashes into the cliff below us. Look at those odds – this is insanity:
Unless you have a parachute.
3. And the sites are extremely tight:
Back to plusses, it’s a short walk to a beautiful “multi-purpose trail” to the north of the park with nice views. This looking south:
This was our sunset the first three nights:
And this guy apparently likes the view from the edge:
Pretty damn cool when the sun dips beneath the clouds, which it has done every night so far. Thursday night we had about an hour of varying “heavens”, you know, when the sun peaks out from the clouds and it looks like rays from Gort. Sorry, young-uns, the first ‘The Day The Earth Stood Still’ was better. Michael Rennie would not have gotten his role in ‘War Games’ had it not been for his link to anti-nuclear arms in the best sci-fi movie of the ’50’s. (No, ‘Forbidden Planet’ was not better.) Now, if they had ever made Arthur C. Clarke’s ‘Childhood’s End’ into a movie…..
But, I digress.
Shall we take a few moments to enjoy the last few minutes of the nuclear clock?
That was in Golden Gate Park, near the entrance (this is at the entrance:)
to the de Young Museum (and this tall monstrosity is it:),
currently featuring the exhibit, ‘ The Cult Of The Machine’, presenting works of the Precisionists. If it sounds like I know something about art, forget it. I know something about Art. But, to further enlighten you with my memory of what I just read moments ago, a ticket to this museum will also get you into one we visited earlier in the week, The Legion of Honor.
That’s ‘The Thinker’ on the pedestal and from this position he is more known as ‘The Stinker’. Such is my knowledge of art.
Let’s go back to the area around the de Young Museum. Next to it is the Japanese Tea Garden. Across from the museum is the California Academy of Science. Between the two is a circular fountain in which we found, down on his luck, Tony Bennett, looking for coins.
A few minutes later, Andrea gave him the remains of our lunch, a very spicy, curry chicken dish. He thanked her, ate it, and ran for a bathroom.
Behind that fountain is the California Academy of Science. We considered coming back with our Luna for that, but their planetarium show this month is about underwater life. What’s with that? I want to see stars and space stuff, or Rick Wakeman in concert, or a Floyd Laser Light Show. We’ll pass. Looking north from that fountain, another fountain:
Let’s go back to The Legion of Honor with some great views of the city and harbor – even Luna thought so.
Right after we went out a northern exit we saw the Golden Gate Bridge. Nice viewpoint:
Then I switched to wide-angle mode. Usually, wide-angle is a bit distorted. This one worked better. I liked it.
We went to Chinatown on Thursday:
That’s our blue Jeep on the right with the pointy building in the distance. “Pointy”. Such is my knowledge of architecture.
We finally got a peak at a sunset Thursday night:
That’s the Pacific Ocean Mountain Range in the distance. Wait, my editors are correcting me. Those are just more clouds. Such is my knowledge of topography.
Friday’s adventure was to The Giant Camera,
which was pretty cool. We got a 33% discount for being seniors. Paid two bucks apiece. We were the only ones inside, with Luna, in a 15′ diameter room. The guy who runs the place, a US Parks employee with quite a title, ticket-taker and giant camera operator, turned on the camera. That prism on top rotates and houses a lens
that reflects its images down on a giant wok.
That’s the ocean with a rock to the right. The image constantly changed as the lens rotated. Very cool, worth two bucks. The walls had a few old holograms, too:
On the way out, Parkman pointed out some pictures of the original amusement park on the site, as well as a copy of the oldest photograph known:
And from there, the deck below the Cliff House restaurant, the views were nice:
Of course, we had to go check out a windmill, in Golden Gate Park:
Friday night, the clouds on the horizon were the only ones in the sky until the sun dropped into what we had thought was the horizon:
And then the nuclear clock hit 12.
Such is my knowledge of photography, celestial events, and the fate of the planet. You kind of wonder that if Philosophy is the love of knowledge, and I got a degree in it, why doesn’t knowledge love me back?
And that’s all I got for now. We have few more days of this. Expect more from SF.