The Presidio: a park of hundreds of acres and 40 or 50 miles of trails and filled with towering cypress trees so thick that their branches lace together overhead and the air is just saturated with their aroma. We walked, and walked, and walked because I had read they had a carousel….wrong..or never found it. Kent had a pretty good sense of humor about that. The Palace of Fine Arts: a huge dome and colonnades dating back to 1915 or so and the exposition to celebrate the completion of the Panama Canal. The Golden Gate Bridge, pretty amazing engineering and beautiful too.
I didn’t know, the name Golden Gate came from way before the bridge or even gold prospectors, it came from the huge fields of yellow-gold California poppies that were found all along the bay entrance by all who came here. Pretty cool thought. We drove across the bridge today and wandered home the northern route through rolling farm country, national wildlife preserves and numerous marinas scattered along the bay shore. It was a nice drive and luckily for Kent, a lower traffic drive than the route through town that we took yesterday. Still more to see tomorrow.