"It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time."
-- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 2, Ch. 9
Lombard Street, San Francisco
San Francisco treat
Alcatraz and beyond
Swimming at Cal
Crossing the Bay Bridge
Trying to get the last drop
Hustled at Blooms Saloon
#2 (Double double, fries and a coke)
