Each journey has its highs and lows.  A high for us was San Francisco that offered us great weather, urban excitement, and our son, the reason for this Western jaunt.Leaving, our GPS (Magellen - nicknamed Maggie by us) led us astray.  I have heard the GPS called "generally poisinous snake" and it turned on us is San Fran.  We were to take the long way to the Point Reyes area, but as we were leaving the RV park a neigbor encouraged us to take the Golden Gate.  He said route 101 was fine through town and there was no toll northbound.  It would save us an hou

We relax for a bit on this lovely day in Alex's apartment in the Hayes Valley neighborhood of San Francisco.  The boy is bicycling with friends about this hilly town.  We met him early this morning, and he took us on a trolly (not the trolly) to the Ferry Building Farmers' Market.  Returning to this neighborhood he brought us to sample a fine coffee and treats at a delicatessen.  These made a fine lunch. 

So, we found the California Gnatcatcher, an irritating little bird that has caused southern California developers nightmares.  A little gray bird with a cute mew of a call, it inhabits the coastal scrub habitat of the California coast from near the tip of the Baja Peninsula to just north of Los Angeles.  It's "critical habitat" is on the coastal hillsides that make such fine property for building one's twenty million dollar house.  Oh we

The problem with the climate here is that it is so good that people notice imperfections in the weather.  They complain, "It was 62 degrees at dawn instead of 65." or "There was a mist over the harbor in the morning obscuring the veiw of the island." or "It rained almost too much this month for the cacti in the garden."  Too many such problems might endanger the view that the climate here is too perfect.  As an outsider, I must concede that the climate is not too perfect, it is only perfect.

Have a GREAT day!  We love you!

Standing on the corner in Winslow Arizona.