After being freezing for a couple of weeks, it was slightly ironic that our plane was delayed because California was burning. We sat for hours at Calgary airport and waited for reports of the smoke in San Francisco. We eventually took off and hoped that the engines of our United plane did OK in freezing conditions, wildfires below, and a massive smoke cloud. A pretty easy flight from Calgary to San Francisco and a drive across the massive Bay bridge. Today we have walked kms and kms. We are in a comfortable Marriott on Fisherman’s Wharf and walked from here to the Bay Bridge with a chat to the seals along the way. The smoke was so heavy, the Golden Gate Bridge is completely invisible and Alcatraz sits out there somewhere as a hazy shadow. The ice skating ring and massive Christmas tree are up in Union Square and it is a little odd with the smell of smoke really strong. We wandered the steep hills but decided the cable car to the top will be a much better expedition tomorrow because boy those hills are steep. I loved the beautiful timber houses at each side of the colourful Chinatown and at times thought I was in Hong Kong.
Sleeping under the stars 