Last Night In San Francisco
For now, at least. That's our circus with Doug, Erin (left), and Liz (right), at the Rogue bar, purveyors of Dead Guy Ale and other unexpectedly strong concoctions. What you're looking at here is one of the more significant reasons for my relocation: an acceptance and a sense of community that's so very different from New York, where it's almost a rite of passage to penetrate the hidden social reaches of the city and find your niche. I never did, and while the fine people I've met here over the past week may or may not constitute a "niche," they were welcoming and fun to be around. I find it difficult to describe, really...but without being mawkish: this place feels like home to me. That's something I never thought I'd say about any city.
Tomorrow, we head south out of San Francisco along the Pacific side, then about 30 miles to wherever our first night's camp will be. I haven't plotted the route yet...it seems like something best left until morning.
Tonight, a bit of packing up, and then to bed.
My next entry will be from the road.
