Point Bonita is famous for it’s lighthouse, however due to some construction issues and early closing times we missed being able to actually visit the final outcrop of land where the lighthouse lives. (Sad panda!) We hiked out as far as we could go and just admired the wonderfully warm and fog-free weather and all the gorgeous views.
You can see the actual lighthouse on the very end of this rocky outcropping, however we only made it to the door to the tunnel in the middle before our way was barred and locked.
Waves crashing on the west, sealions barking on the right, the setting sun turning everything to gold.
This bright reddish-orange lichen is all over the place and I just wanted to scoop it up and paint with it! This is the end of our trip, stupid locked/chained/barred door.
These succulent-ish plants were everywhere with bright pink or lemon yellow flowers. We wandered around, watched the sun set lighting up the rocks and the Bridge as the fog rolled in (and it got chilly and too dark for picture-taking) then packed it in and headed back home.
In another lifetime (and another blog) I spent almost half of my weekends in San Francisco falling in love with love, with the City, and with a very kind man. Seeing places with such wonderfully fond memories brought back so many happy moments and images of this city where I learned how to be a person again, how to love again, and how to be loved again. The boyfriend is long gone, although with only the best kinds of feelings for his future happiness. However, I will forever have part of my heart reserved for the City that brought me back to life. I’ll be back, San Francisco!