The Coldest Winter I Ever Spent was a Summer in San Francisco

The coolest quote Mark Twain never actually said... though it's a pithy witticism that would be so characteristic of one Samuel Clemens.  It was seriously cold though, a brisk wind the entire morning and a gloomy fog hanging over the city that never fully lifted.

I love visiting this city though I would never want to live here... like other great American cities of old, I find a lot of inspiration and room for reflection when surrounded by buildings and monuments that have seen the best and the worst of things - if only the walls could speak, what would they say?

We began our morning with coffee at Four Barrel and breakfast at Tartine in the Mission and then found our way in Russian Hill at Lombard & Hyde among the tourists to look at the 8 hairpin turns of that crooked street.  From there, we headed to Fisherman's Wharf & Pier 39 and waved across the bay at the Campanile, which we only found through the haze by finding The Claremont Hotel first.  After lunch at Boudin's to have the famously tart sourdough (apparently unique because of the humidity & weather in the Bay - the starter dough was actually brought from Europe, but after being exposed to SF weather, it developed that characteristic sourness), we made a quick jaunt to Fort Point to get pictures of Golden Gate before heading back.  I also made a detour to Bi-Rite before jumping on BART back to the East Bay.

I'm behind in posting since I also took pictures in Napa and brunch in the Castro, but those will come soon when I get a free moment from taking pictures to actually update and post!

Coit Tower & Bay Bridge from the top of Hyde & Lombard - I clambered up and nearly fell off a brick wall getting this shot
Walking around Fisherman's Wharf
Alcatraz, as seen from Fisherman's Wharf
Sea lions at Pier 39
Practicing for the America's Cup
Bay Bridge from Pier 39
Berkeley & the Campanile from Pier 39, zoomed in and contrast increased to see through the haze
The bar at Boudin's
Golden Gate with the characteristic fog hanging about
Vaillancourt Fountain with the Ferry Building clock tower in the background

Hours to Date: 30

T-minus 1 hour and 27 minutes

I'm about to jet off on my first real vacation in a year's time.  This marks several firsts for me: the first vacation I've taken that will last more than 5 consecutive days. And the first one that I don't have my work laptop in tow.  And the craziness of that all really only hits me as I sit and commit those statements to writing via iPad at the airport bar.

I'm definitely excited for my adventures both to the familiar haunts of San Francisco and Napa, and the new jaunt to Louisville... But also a little terrified at the prospect of being removed from email and my laptop, which I elected to leave at home at the behest of people who care about me and my sanity. 
Luckily, my excitement is overtaking my anxiety and I'm sure with wine, bourbon, and miscellaneous cocktails on the docket, this "drinkcation" (as I have affectionately dubbed it) will be the mental refresh I need to get the creative juices flowing again.