As it turns out, this has actually been quite a busy summer, which surprises me a lot. I hadn’t really planned it this way, and, let’s be honest here: summer in San Francisco is unlike summer anywhere else. You might not believe it (unless, of course, you’re one of the many I’ve harangued on this matter), but through the magic of meteorology, geography, oceanography, and the like, the San Francisco summer is characterized by cool temperatures (daytime highs in the upper 50s to low 60s), ceaseless wind (averaging about 20 mph in the afternoons), and persistent, dense fog (which even has its own twitter account which is definitely worth following). So, to me, a native New Englander who had spent his entire life in the northeast’s lazy, humid summers, there wasn’t a whole lot to look forward to.
Except, that’s disingenuous. An hour’s drive (half that in many instances) in any direction will bring one to a very proper California summer: dry heat, abundant sunshine, and most likely, wine. Also, a good third of the city will usually see the sun on most days throughout June, July, and August. But all of this is beside the point. I was busy. Thus, no bloggy. But, I’m here now to change that with more eye candy in the form of a phone camera dump. You see, I take a lot of spur-of-the moment photos with my phone’s camera. They aren’t of the best quality, and usually they are kind of silly. But sometimes I manage to capture a pretty special moment. You’ll likely see all of those in this series of photo dumps I hope to unveil in the coming weeks.
First up? I’m choosing a little of this and a little of that. There will be posts about Norway and Boston, but this is all about the in betweens. So, without further ado:
The cauldron boileth over. A typical summer day when the fog lurks over the western portion of the city, but peels back to just beyond the central hills, on which our apartment sits, witnessing the constant battle between sun and fog.
A typical summer morning up on our hill. The wind dies overnight and the fog just hangs until, hopefully, the sun can manage to burn it off. It’s far less nefarious in the mornings than in the afternoons, when sheets of fog sail down the side of our hill on gusts of wind.
The view from about 1/2 mile away from home looks down toward the Golden Gate, the gap in the Coast Range mountains named long before the bridge of the same name was built (though here you can see the tips of the bridge’s two towers poking through the fog layer). Often during the summer, a vacuum effect causes the cool, moist ocean air to be sucked in through this gap, while the rest of the city remains cloudless.
Over Memorial Day, David and I discovered the wonders of the Russian River. And while this vista shows one of the many reasons why we love this region (the river itself is actually less than 1/2 mile away from where I stood), our favorite spot is down river a few miles and up in the redwood-covered hills of Guerneville.
Just a taste of what’s been going on. More to follow soon!