Modesto and San Francisco
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Back to the Central Valley after a two week stay in Clovis/Fresno, California. This time, just 80 miles north in Modesto.
Fortunately, I went over into Yosemite a couple of weeks ago and cruised around in the valley. Now there is a rim fire, shutting down access. So, Saturday, I headed west, over to the coast and San Francisco.
The Central Valley daytime temperatures this time of the year range from the mid 90° to the low 100° but the coast is another matter. Not really thinking about it, I wore only shorts and a cotton t-shirt so with the wind blowing off the Pacific, I found it a little uncomfortable and hunkered down behind a grove of trees at Thornton Beach. 62°. Yeah, I'm a wimp.
As usual, clicking on the photo will increase resolution and size.
On toward San Francisco my first glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge showed fog at the tops of the span.
Further around the point, the winds had changed and the skies cleared.
Eastward on Lombard up the hill.
The obligatory trip down the zig-zag side of Lombard.
Sunday afternoon; a trip up along the Stanislaus River at Knights Ferry, California. This is part of the old gold rush area. I even saw one guy, just down stream, panning for gold. I truly doubt he found anything.
Fortunately, I went over into Yosemite a couple of weeks ago and cruised around in the valley. Now there is a rim fire, shutting down access. So, Saturday, I headed west, over to the coast and San Francisco.
The Central Valley daytime temperatures this time of the year range from the mid 90° to the low 100° but the coast is another matter. Not really thinking about it, I wore only shorts and a cotton t-shirt so with the wind blowing off the Pacific, I found it a little uncomfortable and hunkered down behind a grove of trees at Thornton Beach. 62°. Yeah, I'm a wimp.
As usual, clicking on the photo will increase resolution and size.
On toward San Francisco my first glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge showed fog at the tops of the span.
Further around the point, the winds had changed and the skies cleared.
Eastward on Lombard up the hill.
The obligatory trip down the zig-zag side of Lombard.
Sunday afternoon; a trip up along the Stanislaus River at Knights Ferry, California. This is part of the old gold rush area. I even saw one guy, just down stream, panning for gold. I truly doubt he found anything.
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