A Day By The Bay

Friday has been a rainy day here in San Francisco. I would guess that the temperature has never climbed out of the high 50s, although I haven't checked and may just be a cold-weather pussy. The constant drizzle didn't put a damper on my first day in Frisco, however.

The above photo was taken from the top of Twin Peaks (no, not the TV show), which are some giant hills in the middle of San Francisco that provide an amazing view of the city. I also snapped this photo from upon the peaks.



My tour guide Max has been having some real problems, however. The boy threw his back out playing basketball on Thursday, and is struggling to even walk around. Oh, and he apparently dislikes it when people photograph him when he is doubled over in pain.



In spite of his injury, Max has been a trooper all day. We went for terrific ham croissants and coffee this morning, followed by the drive up to Twin Peaks and then a drive through Golden Gate Park. After the park, we stopped in the famed Haight-Ashbury area, went to Amoeba Records (where I bought some great Fillmore posters for Claypool's Frog Brigade, MMW and Phish), then walked the area. It was a little sad to see the corner of Haight and Ashbury (formerly the stomping grounds of The Dead, Hunter S. Thompson, the beats, etc.) now dominated by a Ben & Jerry's. Sign of the times, I guess.



We are now back at the apartment in the Mission district watching a basketball game. Tonight was supposed to be a trip to Oakland to see the A's and Giants do baseball battle (and to see if Barry Bonds could finally tie The Babe) but it's looking like a rainout. In that case, we'll end up drinking in several of the nine gazillion bars in the Bay area.

More tales from the road tomorrow.