I’m sitting in a cafe in Sonora, CA. This is the near the southern end of the Mother Lode: the rich mining area in the Sierra foothills where gold beckoned the 49ers some 150 years ago. Though I am following in the steps of John Muir, this part of California gained its national and international acclaim from Bret Harte and Mark Twain, two literary giants who will be celebrated in Sonora tomorrow. I, happy to say, will not be here, but in Yosemite. So no “jumping frogs” in Calaveras County for me. I’ll be taking photos of thundering waterfalls.
(A sad note: I will be in Yosemite three days after three careless individuals climbed over the barrier above Vernal Falls and were swept to their deaths after trying to wade in river 25 feet from the edge. They say their bodies may not be recovered until fall.)
Today as I travel, I will leave you with a few photos taken in the San Francisco Bay Area [Click on the photos to see them in larger size]:
Tomales Bay, the rift created by the San Andreas Fault a few miles north of the epicenter of the historic San Francisco earthquake a century ago. It separates the mainland from the Pt. Reyes Peninsula, a chunk of land that used to be about where Los Angeles is.
Fog watered wildflowers on the cliffs of Pt. Reyes. The crashing of the surf and the barking of elephant seals can be heard drifting up these steep slopes.
South Pt. Reyes Beach
Pt. Reyes lighthouse just as the evening fog rolls in.
The world famous sea lions of Pier 39
Golden Gate Bridge from the Alcatraz ferry
Alcatraz, “The Rock”
San Francisco from the Alcatraz ferry
Twilight in the “City by the Bay”
Coit Tower above Pier 33
Golden Gate Bridge in the pink of twilight
Foggy Golden Gate from Ft. Baker. My last view of it for this trip at least.
See you outdoors,