4.5 mile hikes daily along the path on Sunset Beach up to Cliff House, next to Golden Gate Park. While Connecticut gets snow, we have 54 and 😎 sunny. Brought our homemade cookies and water to sustain us, and loads of treats to keep the dogs well-behaved. Tonight is cook at home and chill out playing our new favorite game, “Ticket to Ride.”
So food in San Francisco isn’t cheap, but definitely reflects the city’s ethics– the lifestyle represents sustainability, conscious and responsible consumption, and environmental awareness. Eggs? $6.99 a dozen. Whole wheat bread locally made, $6.00 a loaf. Chicken? $24 for six boneless breasts. Coffee is always fair trade, so a cup here is far more expensive than a DD in CT. Wine, on the other hand, is excellent, local and moderately priced.
Dogs are welcome in this micro neighborhood and we see lots of friendly families walking the paths and boardwalk with their pups.
This week we saw protests at SFO over the immigration ban by our new President, just as those at JFK and Dulles, SeaTac and Logan. It’s an encouraging place to be– you have faith in people and faith that the young folks who are our future will do the right thing in the long run.
Today we are heading to San Francisco via route 40, which actually follows the old Route 66– Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino– we are singing along with Manhattan Transfer! 🎼
Here it’s 53 and sunny– when we left Sedona it was 29 degrees.
Entering the Mojave Desert, we see all brown and low hills. Thanks to interstates and good water access, it’s not the killer that it used to be for those traveling cross country. Some days when we are driving we see trains of railroad cars over 3 miles long– our country is amazing.
Encountered 2 Aussies at a rest area– they had just hiked in and out of the Grand Canyon in one day– and were super proud of themselves, if sore!
The lovely ballet of the windmills as we weave theough the hills of California reminds us how important it is to conserve energy. Spending the night in Los Banos and leaving just a 3-hour drive for the morning when we will see Mat and Pam!
Paul and Sue drove us to every gorgeous spot in Sedona. All of the red rock formations have names: coffee pot rock, elephant rock, courthouse butte, cathedral rock, bell rock– descriptive of the shape of each one. On this day it was particularly special because they were topped with a powder-sugar looking coating after the light snow.
As we reached one pinnacle, we found a man playing his cello at an overlook beneath the formations. It was stunning to see and amazing to hear. He was part of a trio, Simply Three, and was being filmed as part of a promotional video they were making. I caught a snippet of it here:
We walked Oak Creek on a mini hike, and caught the bluff mirrored in the water — although the water was not quite calm enough to get a true reflection.
The sycamore trees peel creating a covering much like camouflage, and nearby was a water wheel from back in the late 1800’s when an enterprising man planted fruit trees and brought water down from a nearby stream.
Looking at silver and turquoise jewelry at Garland’s and ceramic bell chimes in the Native American shops were like visiting an art museum. Every part of the city is an artistic venture.
Dinner at Mariposa featured Latin food that was exquisite and the night was an experience unto itself with the views of the red rock formations at sunset from our table.
Paul, David’s childhood friend, his wife, Sue, and son, David (named after Dave) plied Cassie with duck jerky and gave her the love and attention she deserved for being such a good girl. She only escaped their house twice and fortunately didn’t run into any javelina. The Pueblo design and southwest features of their home reflect the difference in lifestyle from life in New England. We loved seeing them and enjoyed every minute of our stay with our dear friends.