On our last day in the Bay Area, I took Mollie, my daughter, her boyfriend and my wife, to another of my favorite places from back in the day.

This is Indian Rock… I know, it is amazing that in the Bay Area, right near Berkeley, the center of the liberal, politically correct universe, that they haven’t changed it to ‘Native American Rock’… but they haven’t… yet.

This rock does have grinding holes for acorns, and was used by the Native Americans… but I’m pretty sure they didn’t carve the stairs.

This was always a fun place to go. When I was little, my friends and I would scramble all over the rocks. Later, it was a great place to bring a date to watch the sunset.

Now, it has been discovered by the tourists, and worse, the yuppies. It is too crowded at sunset. I did tell a funny story once, on this blog, about how that impacted the spreading of my best friend’s ashes, but you would have to go back and search for that post.

Go ahead… we will wait for you…

You can see why, with these views of the bay and San Francisco, that this is a popular sunset spot.

And you don’t have to drive as far up into the hills as my usual photo spot.

Mollie… don’t lean back…

Here is the old tree I promised in the title, a stately oak.

The thing… (hey, thing, how have you been?)… about oak trees is that, if the acorn falls into a crack in a rock, the roots will do some marvelous gymnastics to find earth and water. The tree almost becomes one with the rock.

Okay, I have a few more pictures of this place, some sunsets, a few random pictures of stuff, and then some shots I took as we drove out of town. Then we are done with this latest Bay Area adventure!