We didn’t want to leave Lake Tahoe. But San Francisco was calling our names and I had never been. Driving up and down the hilly, winding streets, the buildings looked like some weird mashup of architecture I’ve seen in the Southwest and Mexico and someplace else I’ve never imagined. For the most part, our city visit was pretty tame, with the exception of a couple of guys standing around in assless chaps (there happened to be a fetish convention in town that weekend) and the sea lions. Nobody told me about the noisy creatures on Pier 39, a major tourist destination.
If you haven’t been, imagine fifty or so sea lions beached on a half dozen floating piers. Sunbathing creatures that range in size from cutesy-wutesy to holy-crap-that’s-a-big-mammal. And every sea lion wants one simple thing: to lie slightly on top of the others for warmth with absolutely nobody lying on top of her. This is the great tragedy of the San Franciscan sea lion. They are constantly jockeying for position, barking at each other (think open mouth, spraying saliva, inches away from another’s head) and trying to sleep in the sun for one glorious second before they’re interrupted yet again. It’s absolutely beautiful. It was kind of like if you made chubby tourists on a crowded beach imitate Chicago traffic at rush hour. It was the best people watching I’ve ever had. Needless to say, none of them get any sleep. But the tourists are really happy.
Enjoy the video.
We had a quick overnight campout at Harris Beach State Park just north of the border going into Oregon. The fog kept us from seeing the ocean in San Francisco so this was our first really good look at the Pacific. It was stunning. The rock outcroppings and tide pools at sunset were gorgeous.Roscoe and Relvis (the pugs) were in heaven. They love seafood (read: dead things washed ashore). I was enamored with the Pacific, as I knew I would be. We decided to sneak back out to the water that night to enjoy it for just a little longer. You couldn’t see much in the dark, but it was enough just to listen to the crashing waves.