Out of the mists

Apologies to all who were expecting a blog update on our adventures in California yesterday...a work deadline followed me here and, in addition, all the overtime of the past six weeks suddenly caught up (like a sledge-hammer). The narration of our adventures had to wait.

Interesting, though, that as I browsed through the photos of the last two days, I saw a distinct progression from scenes immersed in fog and mist to those drenched in sunshine under that brilliant northern Californian sky that I love. This so perfectly captures my recent state of mind that it seemed meant to be.

The gorgeous photo of the Golden Gate Bridge above and the next few below were taken during our exploration of Fort Point. This fort and army barracks is steeped in history (the terrific trio ran their hands over a cannon made in the 1640s) but as it is now also empty of all except tourists, it has an eerie atmosphere that I love. The girls ran through the empty galleries, up and down the stone stairwells and stood on the roof of the fort, facing the gales blowing in off the pacific. Yes, it was chilly and damp beneath the billowing fog bank but we loved it all and we smirked to see the "tourists" so poorly dressed for San Francisco weather.

Fascinated with cooking shows and trying delicious recipes, I LOVED this actual excerpt from the cook's notes that had been posted in the army barracks kitchen.

As we drove back from our adventure in the city, over the Golden Gate and into Marin, we emerged from the fog to glorious sun. We explored the main square in my sister's town, dropped in at a tiny, cozy book shop and then had a delectable meal of flatbread pizza at a favourite place in town.

Work deadline met, lunch and a little shopping under our belt today, I collapsed in the sunshine at a local park.

ahhhh...

Tomorrow the adventure continues.