"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Mark Twain
Isn't that the truth! We tied up our trip in the Bay Area, sightseeing, spending time with friends and enjoying one of the prettiest cities in the world, San Francisco. But boy were we cold!
When you live in a place that tops out at over 100 degrees everyday in the summer (Hidden Hills) and you're packing for an upcoming trip, it is difficult to imagine any scenario where you might be of being cold. That is the place I found myself in as I packed for our trip up the California coast. Sure I checked my weather app and saw the average temperatures of where we were traveling to be drastically lower than the searing heat we experience inHidden Hills, but somehow I still had a difficult time accepting it. On the off chance it might be true, I went ahead and packed one pair of jeans and a light jean jacket for each of us, just in case the weather app was in fact correct. Needless to say, that was a mistake. We were all rather chilly for much of our time in San Francisco (as well as in Monterey), especially when we ventured down to the water to sightsee, which is where you spend much of your time in San Francisco. It was foggy, damp, windy and downright chilly.
One day, as we were shivering as the wind whipped off the water, I got on my trusty weather app to try to recount why I had used such poor judgement when packing. I scrolled over to the page showing the weather in Hidden Hills and found it to be a full 40 degrees warmer (62 degrees in San Francisco versus 102 degrees in Hidden Hills). After confirming that, I was able to offer myself a modicum of forgiveness for using such poor packing judgement.
Weather aside, we had a great time seeing the sights in the City by the Bay. We visited the Golden Gate bridge a few times and found it mostly shrouded in fog. Nonetheless, the kids were able to experience this unmistakable landmark. They also enjoyed visiting Fort Point near the bridge itself.
Like all trips, there were some ups and some downs, but all-in-all we had a wonderful time exploring this magnificent state we call home.
Days Five to Eight....
On our way out of Monterey and up to to San Francisco, we made the famed 17 Mile Drive through Carmel. Although not Big Sur, the views are pretty impressive. I certainly wouldn't turn down a house along that stretch of coast if someone saw fit to give me one.
The famed Lone Cypress along the 17 Mile Drive.
The Golden Gate Bridge, ensconced in fog. Rain, shine or fog, this bridge is always a magnificent sight to behold.
The kids couldn't wait to set eyes on the Golden Gate Bridge, which they had seen only in photos.
Everyone was a good sport about taking their Golden Gate Bridge portrait, even though it was a bit tough to see in the background on a foggy day.
It was fun eating dim sum in Chinatown and spending the day sightseeing with Eva and Siobhan, both life-long friends of mine who live in the Bay Area.
Fort Point is fort located on the southern side of the Golden Gate at the entrance to San Francisco Bay. The fort was completed just before the Civil War by the United States Army to defend San Francisco Bay against hostile warships.
It's quite humbling, sitting under the Golden Gate Bridge with the thunderous sound of cars passing going by above and the waves of the bay crashing around you.
Catheirne standing at the bottom of the famed steep and winding Lombard Street.
Fitzy was glad to see us when we got back (although equally disappointed to leave to the warm laps of Anna and her family, who so kindly babysat him again while we were away). I think he was sending us a message when he crawled in Catherine's empty suitcase - Next time, I'm stowing away!