As I mentioned in yesterday's blog, I have been getting pretty nostalgic for San Francisco lately, especially the Outer Sunset neighborhood, where you can climb the cliffs that overlook a beautiful, often fog enshrouded seascape. I did just that the last time I was there, and took the photograph on the left as the fog started to roll in.
After admiring the scenery, I headed back down the cliff to the beach, taking snapshots as I went, and then cut into the residential part of the neighborhood, walking past homes shrouded in fog, just a stone's throw from the sea, heading to a bar recommended in an article I read in Afar Magazine. Afar really likes the Outer Sunset neighborhood, and I have to agree with them, although being able to afford living there is a whole different issue.
I finally reached The Riptide, the bar mentioned in Afar. As I recall, you could see the Pacific from the front door, and hear the fog horns off in the distance. It was a really cozy place, with a fireplace along the back wall, a perfect spot to have a beer on a foggy night. Back then Air B and B didn't exist, and so I was staying at a Motel 6 way the hell to the south, very close to the airport. A light rail train stopped practically across the street, and so I would have no trouble getting back there, but was loath to leave. Perhaps next time I can find an Air B and B just down the street and live like a local for a few days. And that might be the best idea of all. If I could afford to live in this neighborhood, after a few years I might get blase about it and not even realize how wonderful it is. Living on a modest fixed income, perhaps I can come back every few years for an Outer Sunset fix. Not a bad way to go.
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