The City by the Bay
Trip Start Jul 02, 2010
18Trip End Jul 16, 2010
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Our tour guide – Proctor - was a bearded tanned man who looked like a cross between Earnest Hemingway, Rip Taylor, and that guy who plays the most interesting man in the world in the Dos Equis beer commercials. He had grown up in San Francisco and lived in various places around the world before returning to settle here. His enthusiasm and knowledge of the city was expansive and his love and pride for his town was evident. Coincidentally, the tour took place in a fully restored open air 1924 Yellowstone Tour Bus. We began our ride and hit all of the highlights of San Francisco with Proctor giving suggestions on what restaurants were the best and adding anecdotes about his childhood or some local character
San Francisco is a town as diverse as America itself and the attitude, kindness, and approachability of its citizens was inviting and positive. The neighborhoods are wonderful little enclaves of tradition and culture. We passed through Italian, French, Japanese, and of course Chinese (the largest Chinese population outside of China lives here in the largest Chinatown in the U.S.) sections of town and many others, each so unique and authentic with an American twist that you could spend days just exploring these singular places while in San Francisco. I could go on for pages about the wonderful sights, sounds, and smells that the city conjured, but it is just too much for this journal. Needless to say Hannah and I will return and immerse ourselves a little more in this wonderful place.
We also hit all of the highlights like Alcatraz, the Presidio, The Golden Gate Bridge, Pacific Heights, Nob Hill, Chinatown, Fisherman’s Wharf, the Transamerica Building, Telegraph Hill, and on and on. . . . Neither Hannah nor I had expected the temperature in the Bay Area to be so chilly in July, but as Proctor reminded us Mark Twain had once said the coldest winter he experienced was the summer he spent in San Francisco.
Back at our hotel we took a walk on the bluffs beside Rockaway Beach and the views from the top of ocean cliffs was stunning. We took our time walking all the trails that meandered through a thick carpet of wildflowers of blue, purple, yellow, and orange as they hung on to the rocky shores plunging into the Pacific