I just got back from California. It was awesome but different... (differently awesome?) I had this idea in my head about what northern Cali would be like this time of year. Green. Lush. Grapes. But... not so much. California in the summertime is pretty much like the African savannah. Dry. Brown. But still grapes somehow. There's two types of California weather in late summer: sun and wildfire. I still loved it though and got to do a bunch of things I couldn't in Colorado. Like Cliff diving for example. Sure, you can cliff-dive here... but you'll get hypothermia from the water. If you can find water. Let alone water deep enough that you don't smash your dome on some pointy rocks. As I biked around Yosemite, I fell in love. Even if the waterfalls were all dried up, it was freaking gorgeous and I just wanted to fake my death and live there as a very happy hobo. I would recommend Yosemite to anyone and everyone unless you despise nature and/or giant granite monoliths. Or if you really, really hate big giant redwoods.
If you ever go to California, go to San Francisco. Just don't go to Chinatown. I've never been so scared of being mugged by an 80 year old crazy person in my life. But once you get to the "richie" section and you get to see all those pretty Victorian-looking houses all crammed together like an easy game of Tetris, you get over the scary crazy people. I still have yet to figure out the houses in frisco, as they look barely wide enough to admit a human being, let alone a couch or something on moving day. I'm not sure about the physics of the whole thing, but it seems to work somehow. Did I mention the cables that impede the view of the sky no matter where you are? Claustrophobics beware. It's kind of like being in a wierd tunnel. A tunnel with trolleys. But hey, if you lose your balloon after you step out of the Red Robin, at least there'll be something to catch it. All in all, if you can get over the haze of wildfire around everything, northern California really is beautiful. If you haven't gone, go.
If you ever go to California, go to San Francisco. Just don't go to Chinatown. I've never been so scared of being mugged by an 80 year old crazy person in my life. But once you get to the "richie" section and you get to see all those pretty Victorian-looking houses all crammed together like an easy game of Tetris, you get over the scary crazy people. I still have yet to figure out the houses in frisco, as they look barely wide enough to admit a human being, let alone a couch or something on moving day. I'm not sure about the physics of the whole thing, but it seems to work somehow. Did I mention the cables that impede the view of the sky no matter where you are? Claustrophobics beware. It's kind of like being in a wierd tunnel. A tunnel with trolleys. But hey, if you lose your balloon after you step out of the Red Robin, at least there'll be something to catch it. All in all, if you can get over the haze of wildfire around everything, northern California really is beautiful. If you haven't gone, go.
I didn't know you went to Cali. Sweet! Hot... But, sweet!
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