It dawned on me recently that it’s been a year since I made my epic voyage to California last February. I seriously can’t believe how fast these 12 months have flown by. So many things change in a year, from a new job to new glasses, that it can be almost dumbfounding to look back on it all. For better or worse, it’s humanizing to realize that you’ve experienced so much life rather than simply existing as it happened around you.
But anyways, back to the theme at hand: my trip to California. It was nothing short of fantastic. The weather went rogue in San Francisco and gifted us with (mostly) 70 degree bliss. It did rain at least once, but that didn’t stop me from exploring the Ferry Building, Alcatraz and every other tourist attraction I could get my hands on.
It really was the best of both worlds, as I stayed with my friend Marybeth and her boyfriend Matt, both expats from New York. I got a taste of the “local” life, but with splashes of cable car, Golden Gate Park and Fisherman’s Wharf thrown in for good measure. My cousin Jesse, who lives in Sacramento, even came to the city with his lovely girlfriend Shannon for a day of lounging in the park. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, so that made the day all the more memorable.
In no particular order, here are a few of my favorite pictures from San Francisco, long overdue in making their first public appearance:
My hostess MB before a sublime Blue Bottle coffee break.
The Pacific Ocean, in all her frigid glory.
This picture doesn’t do it justice, but Sausalito is a DARLING little beach-front town. My only complaint, no cookies.
The only clear shot of the Golden Gate Bridge that I have.
What made this trip even more special was that I spent 3 days with my uncle in Arcata, California before flying back to NY. The hippie college town he lives in is 5+ hours north of SF, and with flights at nearly $300, I opted for the bus. Let me tell you, nothing is shadier than taking a Greyhound bus at night. You definitely meet your fair share of interesting characters. The 11pm McDonald’s rest stop was just one of the classier parts of the trip.
Redwood National Park, what a trip – figuratively and literally.
My dad’s little brother was nothing short of the best host. He basically knows everyone in the town, having lived there for over 20 years, so no matter where we went someone yelled, “Hey, Ed!” He lives in a cute apartment in an old Victorian house and introduced me to the awesomeness that is a one-cup coffee maker. I also have no doubt that he has the largest private collection of books, cassette tapes and drum pieces. In summation, he’s the best.
And that, my friends, was my trip to California!