That moment when Steven Spielberg smiled right at me…

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These are the very last photos from my crazy couple of weeks where I drove 500 miles form San Diego to the San Francisco Bay Area to attend the funeral of the mother of a friend of mine, then drove back to San Diego because I got a ticket to Comic Con…

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Which are insanely hard to get by the way… and then, just days later, I drove back to the Bay Area to see Hamilton… the tickets to which are even harder to get than the Comic Con ones… one week after I saw Steven Spielberg and all the other famous people I mentioned in earlier posts.

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I am really a very lucky man.

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That last photo I took as I walked across a pedestrian bridge. It is of the sun setting over the San Diego convention center and the crazy costumed crowds at Comic Con. I hope you enjoyed all the adventures, the sunsets and sunrises, the rocket boat ride, the San Francisco fog, and all the other stuff. I guess now it is time to let the crack squirrels that live in my head take charge again… before they start chewing on the wires up there.

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Things your ancestors will wonder about you, if you are a Trump supporter…

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“Why did great-great-great-great Grandpa Cleetus Joe Billy-Bob let the bad man be in charge, Mommy?”, the little ones will wonder, “the bad man who pulled out of the talks to save our planet, and deregulated the corporations and thereby sped up the process of climate change?”

“Because he was short-sighted and not overly-bright,” their mom will try to explain to them, “and he had to cater to his base of coal miners, angry racists, and huge corporation owners, Dear.”

And then, their mother will give them a sip of sea water strained through an old sock, and a few bites of dried plankton, and sing them to sleep while she pilots the raft made of oil drums and plastic bottles on the endless search for dry land… or at least, a part of the ocean that isn’t quite so black with coal sludge, oil, and oil-covered dead fish.

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Water and fire…

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I already explained the backstory to these photos in the previous post.

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So let’s just enjoy the pictures.

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Even the one that came out shaky, because it is still sort of cool.

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But I promised you fire and water, and I always deliver.

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Some flowers, some baby ducks, some fish, a guy playing with fire, and a paddle wheeler boat… in San Diego???

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We went down to Mission Bay, here in San Diego, last night.

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Just for the heck of it.

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I took a few photos.

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Because I know how much you love that.

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I took these at the Catamaran Hotel.

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Because in the summer, they have a South Seas Island dance show, and you can watch it for free… if you don’t eat the dinner.

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There is also a paddle wheeler… or a stern wheeler… that crosses the bay between this hotel and another hotel, It is called the Bahia Belle, named after the other hotel. Now, I have ridden on an actual stern wheeler on the Mississippi river. This one is sort of fake. It has regular engines, and the paddle wheel on the back only moves because the passage through the water forces the blades to spin it. But it is still fun. You can watch the sunset on the bay and have drinks. They have dancing cruises. Unfortunately, last night, we ran out of time, and didn’t go on it.

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And I didn’t have my tripod, so some of the night pictures, where the shutter stays open longer, aren’t as clear as they could be.

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But I still sort of like them. And boats. I like boats.

 

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A fire very close to my heart… the very last post about my recent adventures in the Bay Area…

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No, that isn’t just another photo taken from the hills above Berkeley, where I often drive to take photos of the sunset and San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge over across the bay. Look in the foreground. At the charred remains of a brush fire.

Do you remember, back in the posts about us going on a rocket boat ride on the bay, and how we spotted smoke back on the other side? No, of course you don’t. It isn’t my job to make you remember stuff anyway… Hold on… I will see if I can find one of the photos from the earlier posts…

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Yes, I found one. See the column of smoke in the hills in the distance? We watched the fire for a while, right before getting on the boat. I thought it looked like it was near one of my favorite photo spots, but it was hard to tell exactly.

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On the way out of town, we drove over the hills to avoid some traffic. I convinced my wife to stop, so I could take a last few pictures with my cell phone, of the fog rolling over San Francisco way over there.

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As soon as we got out of the car, we could smell the ash and old smoke.

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It came so close to a place I love. In fact, it swept around it, and actually crossed the road and burned farther up the hill behind this spot.

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But it missed the little grove of old trees, that always remind me of trees you might find near Bilbo Baggins’s house.

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It would have devastated me if those trees had burned.

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Other trees were consumed, just feet away.

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But that one bit, the place about which I once said: “If you bring a girl here on the first date, and you don’t get a kiss, you should break up, because  it was never going to happen anyway” is still there, beckoning to young lovers.

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Spilling wienies… wait… it’s not quite as bad as it sounds…

You know how sometimes, before that first cup of coffee, when you are still groggy with sleep, you say something deliciously weird? I had a doozy this morning. I was in the kitchen, waiting for my coffee to finish brewing. I had just stumbled out of bed. I was trying to feed the cat, just as my wife walked in.

The cat saw the food bowl, and she lifted her front feet off the floor as she spun around in a circle. I was trying to say to my wife that the cat just did a spinning wheelie… but it came out as ‘spilling wienie’. That will never not be funny.

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So here is a little game we can play. In the comments, tell your best early-morning-before-coffee story. You know, something you did or said before you were fully awake… like the time I almost poured a cup of boiling water right into the big jar full of instant coffee crystals.

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Because… Eric Freekin’ Idle… that’s why!!!

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Sunsets and other stuff… wait… is that a double sunset???

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Well there is only one more post after this one, from our recent adventures in the Bay Area. We went to a barbecue at my friend, Chris’s house, on our last night there. I have known him since I was a little kid. I think the double sun in that photo is a reflection in the window, because I took it from inside his house on the second floor.

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Oh, here is something interesting. I was paging through a photo book called: Berkeley, The One And Only, when I was at my mom’s house. I came across a page about that statue that I helped make a long time ago. The one down at the Berkeley Marina. I never know if people believe me when I say that the artist had a bunch of friends put on road crew vests, and drop the statue off in the middle of the night with a big flatbed truck with a crane on it.

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On the way to my friend’s house on that last night, we drove down the main road in Kensington, the town where I grew up. We did it because of the freeway traffic. In that shot, if you look way over across the bay, you can see fog rolling in, cresting over the headlands like a slow-motion tsunami. I just thought you might like to see it from another angle.

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There is another shot of the same thing. The fog is ready once more to try to hide the Golden Gate Bridge.

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It was a nice sunset, if not spectacular.

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And, once again, not one of the usual spots where I take the sunset photos when I am in the Bay Area.

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There was also a cool moon that night, made cooler by the clouds.

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I guess I just like nature.

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So, you know how I mentioned that a lot of us gathered in the Bay Area to go see Hamilton? And I also mentioned that Mollie, my younger daughter, dyed her hair pink. Well, Jessica, my older daughter, and Carol, my mother-in-law, decided to get in on the act. The matching shirts were Jessica’s idea. Just so you know, that was the only time they all wore the shirts at the same time. You can carry even a cute idea too far. They are all standing in my mom’s living room.

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And here are a few last sunset photos taken from my mom’s deck.

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With one that I didn’t crop down to remove the power lines and phone wires…

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Which are the reason that I always zoom in on those trees when I don’t feel like driving to a higher vantage point.

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Okay, they really are adorable, aren’t they?

 

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So, yeah, Mollie is going away to college in just a little over a week…

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We can think about that while we look at some pictures of her.

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Pictures taken during our recent adventures in the Bay Area.

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Where we saw Hamilton, and rode on a rocket boat, and played in the fog.

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We can enjoy the view of San Francisco while we dwell on what it means to let your little ones grow up and fly free.

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One kid happily married to a great guy… I shared all that with you.

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Now, the last kid, ready to strike out on her own.

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It’s a big world out there.

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And some of the trails are steep, and drop off sharply to the hard rocks below.

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Your goals might seem as far away as distant mountains.

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The climb might be steep, and the path narrow.

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Find someone to follow the path with you.

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A girl, a boy, a big rock, an old tree, and a faraway city…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Go ahead… we will wait for you…

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

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

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Mollie… don’t lean back…

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

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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.

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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!

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