Street Food, Scootering in the Headlands, Dolphins!
Now that it’s the end of August, it seems about time for the “June Gloom” fog to lift from our coastal neighborhood.
Take that rickets! Take that mushrooms, mold, arm moss, and scooter rusting salty mist! The sun is here, and he’s pissed.
On Friday, J and I met a couple that had just moved to the city. The group enjoyed a Thai dinner on Haight street that included more conversation than I thought I was capable of.
On Saturday, J and I went went to one of the last hill parks we hadn’t been to: Grand View. From the zenith, we assessed the weather. The morning was still foggy, but downtown was beginning to see hopeful rays of sun.
From the park, we drove over the hill and into the Mission. Our destination was a street food festival. The place was packed. Six blocks were closed and full of rich smells, long lines, and hungry people. Waiting in the lines was frustrating, so we only sampled a few items. The rest of the time was spent people watching and walking along the less crowded backsides of the stands to get a better look at the food.
Here’s Isaac Clarke battling a polymorphic, virus-like, alien infestation which turns humans into grotesque alien monsters called “Necromorphs” on board a stricken interstellar mining ship named the USG Ishimura. Or maybe it’s just a welder.
Produce market on Clement.
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Stairs to one of the last hill parks J and I haven’t been to: Grand View Park in the Inner Sunset.
Mr. Roger’s San Francisco seen from Grand View.
A road leading to the ocean.
Ferns on a tree.
Bench at the top of Grand View Park.
Crowds at the street food festival in the Mission.
Dancing.
Cultural drummer.
Breading chicken.
Gourmet sliders grilling.
Delicious slider made with brie, mustard seeds, and caramelized onions.
Oil.
Cutting meat.
Prosciutto-wrapped figs on the grill.
Garbage.
Minstrel.
Door.
Another door.
Gate.
Luchador masks.
Little guitars.
Alley.
On Sunday, I took a basket of laundry on my head to the laundromat. When the clothes had been cleared of the blood and feces, I was anxious to get out into the sun.
There was a free Rogue Wave and They Might Be Giants concert in the afternoon at Stern Grove Park, but we decided to scooter across the Golden Gate Bridge and into the Marin Headlands.
Poppies.
Road construction in the headlands.
The view from the headlands.
Another view looking towards Rodeo Cove.
Massive barn or disguised blimp hangar?
Bunker.
J and the dead tree.
My old clogs. They’ve seen a lot of sights in the last four years.
The buildings of Fort Cronkhite.
Rodeo Lagoon.
Surfer spots something in the water. Shark!!!
Nope, just a pod of four dolphins fishing along the shore!
Trail.
Cargo ship passing under the Golden Gate Bridge, seen from Horseshoe Bay.
It was a fast feeling weekend with its share of wasted time. But the moments in the sun were sublime. Plus, I got to see dolphins in their prime.