And so we say goodbye to the city by the bay, as seen from Treasure Island… no, not the one with the pirates…
I hope you enjoyed this part of my adventure, the cute dogs, the sunsets, the weird sixties stuff, the dive-bar hopping.
No, that isn’t the same picture as the one in the other post. I guess I took two with my phone, and there is never any sense wasting a picture of me!
Okay, I may have taken that photo of the newest, tallest, unfinished building in the city, while driving over the Oakland Bay Bridge. Don’t take pictures while driving.
You may recall, from the previous post, that I took the coast route between San Francisco and Santa Cruz. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager or a twenty-something. What is that? I’m glad you asked. That is an old, cement, coastal defense bunker. The wind and rain have eroded the dirt away from around it. It is also heavily covered with graffiti.
I would deny that I took that photo while driving… except for the blurry post and guard rail… and the cars coming up behind me in the rear view mirror.
I don’t know what that is… but it looks like the world’s biggest golf ball on the world’s biggest tee.
Half Moon Bay, and some boats.
I like boats.