For time’s sake I am going to combine San Francisco and Los Angeles into one short and sweet blog post.  Not that there isn’t enough to say about these two places, but I am eager to get to the desert portion of my trip and discus my affinity for red rock mountains and prickly pear cactus.

San Francisco has AMAZING people, wonderful food, sunny skies, expensive toll bridges, and is all around a really great city. Anywhere I can wear flip flops and shorts in November is my kind of place. I had a lot of time to myself and was able to tour the city solo and take it all in. I went to a Steeler’s bar for Sunday football (proudly wearing my Baltimore Raven’s shirt of course), I saw the Full House houses/Painted Ladies, filmed the drive over the Bay Bridge, and was grossly over-served with some locals/”went bowling.”

The City of Angels/Los Angeles was fun and I loved playing Beverly Hills Tourist. I found Judge Judy’s walk of fame star, hung out with a very gracious host, fell in love with Venice Beach and saw lots of dolphins.

If you can’t tell I am more interested in the natural portions of my journey which is why I didn’t spend too much time in either city. They are both relatively close to home base (Seattle), so I hope to visit them again soon and stay longer when on a slightly different mission:)

While in Los Angeles, and partly because of another Simpson’s episode, I checked out the La Brea Tar Pits. I don’t know why I had it in my head that it would be a gurgling-tar-filled-animatronic-wooly-mammoth-adult-Disney-World type of place, but to my dismay the exterior was not and I was too cheap to pay for entry into the museum. But these statues were pretty cool:)