Good times at the West Coast, as always.
I saw a kickball game, walked in fog nearly all day sunday, and saw land’s end (the pacific ocean).
Then the next day, I rode the muni myself (didn’t have to fight anyone), rode a bike around golden gate park, happened upon a monument dedicated to Baltimorean Francis Scott Key, and hiked up the hill at Corona Heights, which is now apparently my top spot in SF, since I’ve been there twice in two trips.