(Clear skies above San Francisco...can you feel the irony yet?)
Thus far, we haven't been involved in any large fires, so I assume that's a good thing. I say "assume" since they – as I mentioned – are related to warm weather, which is the polar opposite (see what I did there?) of what there is here in San Francisco. People are in coats and scarves. In August. I'm not joking in the least bit, though I wish I were.
It's even more serious when "you" refers to a group of settlers, since the effect seems to be permanent.
At least there's not as much rain, 'cause there's just as much gray. And that gray is just as depressing.
Specifically, one particular street has a center divider consisting of a grass mound that is about as wide as a small car, and as long as the block itself. On top of that mound was an older Camry testing its front-rear weight distribution and facing the wrong direction.
Luckily, just as I gave up trying to figure out how the poor boy got his car
This part of town especially leaves a mark as it makes one indecisive: was it the view of all of the city's western rooftops, the silly-straw streets, or the fear of falling off a cliff that left the greatest impact?
In a nutshell, 1860's San Francisco wanted to copy NY's Central Park in order to get people to come and build houses. The area wasn't particularly attractive since it was just sand dunes at the time, so by spending 10 years eliminating all traces of said dunes with greenery and Dutch windmills, they eventually succeeded in growing the population.
The park they built is absolutely huge. It's so huge that:
- it's 60 blocks long
- it has parks within itself
- you have to use a car to get across it
- it houses museums, gardens, lakes, stadiums, and parkades
- it has its own golf course and outdoor amphitheater
- it has its own homeless people
- it has its own road network
- a highway runs through it
Just don't get too close to the west side of the park (the one on the ocean) if you don't like chilling wind.
After not seeing all of the park (it's that big), we wandered over to the PCH in order to check in at the next hotel. Driving just five miles south of San Francisco yielded better weather.
So, contradictions are abundant here. You're in California, but the weather is gray (Tired of me saying "gray" yet? Not more than I.) like in the Columbia District. But unlike the Columbia District, there is plenty of stuff to do.
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