Nothing lifts my spirits, even if it is a gray foggy San Francisco day, like getting outside. I visited the San Francisco Botanical Garden and the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park with my in-laws the other day and it did me so much good. Baby N actually slept in the stroller for three and half hours, win! Though trying to breastfeed in the car afterward when she woke up way too hungry, nightmare. No matter what spring is at its best in San Francisco.
As much as I miss Chicago in fall, I can’t complain about the spectacular show Northern California puts on this time of year. In the forever fogged in San Francisco Bay Area, the clouds dissipate for a rare week or two and we get a last burst of sunshine for a late, warm indian summer. Taking advantage of the clear weather H and I drove down the coast this past weekend to Big Sur, our first visit there. We stayed with friends in a cabin nestled at the top of a remote ridge. From the back porch all you could see was a forest descending in to the ocean. It was bliss.
The best thing to do in Big Sur is hike. The forested cliffs overloooking the Pacific Ocean did not disappoint. Here’s a glimpse of some of what we saw – this is McWay Waterfall in Monterey County.
Oh how I miss the seasons. I was lucky to catch the very tail end of fall last weekend when I went out to visit some college friends in Chicago. This photo is a view of Lake Michigan from a beach near the home I grew up in.