Who would have thought that the crew of the Coast Guard Eurostar Dolphin that patrols the San Francisco Bay would do what we all would if we got to ride along–take videos with your smartphone?
But there was the crewmember with his smartphone out taking pictures of all the tourists taking his picture as the Dolphin buzzed the Golden Gate and Chrissy Field.
Out scouting locations from which I could shoot the super blue blood moon, I haphazardly came to Fort Point at the literal end of the road. Having ruled out any of the sightlines that the location lent, I headed into the Fort to which I hadn’t been in more than 15 years.
Clearly, 15 years is too long.
We can’t really fault the tourists and sightseers who flock to the Marin Headlands to snap
their overtly narcissistic self portraits selfies with the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco in the background; can we? After all, it’s views like this that make San Francisco.
Though only a few miles across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, the Lodge at the Golden Gate—aka Cavallo Point—is worlds away.
Lounging in the settees, wrapped in fuzzy warm blankets under heat lamps if necessary, on the patio outside Farley Bar and Murray Circle Restaurant, the world’s cares slip away as you sip some lovely Sancerre and munch on freshly popped truffle popcorn all in view of the Golden Gate. The burgers and seasonal cocktails are pretty great too. Your only regret will be that you didn’t book a room or a massage at the spa and now have to drive yourself back to reality.
When you are “chasing the dragon,” tenacity is a useful trait. With tenacity, you get an idea in your head and you don’t let go. To wit, take pictures of the Palace of Fine Arts at sunset. Continue reading “Day Trip to San Francisco”
Just north of the Golden Gate, tucked amongst the Marin Headlands, is Rodeo Beach, a prototypical, wind-swept, Northern California beach that calls more for winter parkas than skimpy swimwear. Every once in a while, though, the winds shift and the air temperature rises above “frigid” allowing you to shed the parka in favor of a wind breaker. Continue reading “Rodeo Beach”
It was a windy day that turned into a windy evening and night. Nonetheless, it was time for the annual December photo pilgrimage into San Francisco. And you know what they say about rain and snow.
Despite the wind, the views from Pier 7 and the buzz around the Embarcadero made the excursion worth it.
The holiday lights on the Embarcadero, swaying in the breeze, always add an extra touch of class.
Inspired by a blog post by David Lebovitz about a visit to San Francisco and the places at which he’d eaten, I slavishly ventured out across the bay in classic “monkey-see; monkey-do” behavior to savior my own Roam Burger as he had.
Continue reading “A San Francisco Walk About”
It’s getting to be around that time of year when the pastry chefs at the San Francisco Fairmont bake up hundreds of pounds of gingerbread for the two-story gingerbread house that each year accompanies the 23 foot Christmas tree that festoons the lobby.
Continue reading “The Best Gingerbread House in Town”
I have been attending Blue Angels air shows since the 1970s when they flew A-4 Skyhawks, often chasing them to airfields miles from home just to get a glimpse. Then I moved to the Bay Area and every year, the show would come to me. Continue reading “SF Fleet Week”