Into San Francisco for a half-day adventure. Planned to travel by foot and bus to see some sights. Rain pelting the truck made Kurt and I laugh, changing our plans for a retreat to indoor sights in Golden Gate Park. Took HWY 101 through the park, thought the rain was letting up and planned to break from that idea and head to the Wharf. There is no way to make a left hand off that road. NO LEFT signs became a running joke. I’ve mentioned how frightening driving in SF is, in previous posts. I’m learning the major arteries, now, it’s a little less scary (unless I have to park on the street, that’s another story.)
Made a RIGHT, turned around, headed into GG Park and found the CONSERVATORY OF FLOWERS, which I’ve visited before, but wouldn’t ever tire of.
A peek of blue sky, the first and only in three days. Almost hurt my eyes:
Snapshots from within:
Oh the orchids:
A Model of SF landmarks made entirely from reused/found objects (eg: keyboard letters, cassette tapes, etc.)
Bug eating plants:
Rain let up, unbelievably. Made a dash for the Wharf. Parked at my super top-secret spot (no tiny, hillside spots to maneuver the beast, I mean truck into.)
View of Golden Gate bridge from Fort Mason walkway:
Hey little guy! Ampitheater steps:
Working boats, which I find fascinating:
Foldable bike, how cool is this? Wonder how it rides?
Departed SF at planned 2 PM for fear of hitting nasty traffic. Glad we did. Found a couple pockets of traffic in spots along Hwy 80. Always seems a little sad to wind up a roadtrip on a busy, five lane freeway. Got Kurt back to the airport. Memorabe trip completed, with thoughts for the next adventure brewing, as usual.