Life's Not A Beach

[No, I didn't actually visit the ocean. I viewed it between sand dunes while walking down Skyline and Lake Merced boulevards, however, and saw it shimmering in the distance while riding the 18 bus up Sunset Blvd. (Yeah, we have one of those in S.F., too. It's an unglamorous suburban expressway. No sign of Norma Desmond anywhere.) My attention was distracted from Oceanus Pacificus by:]

[1. The Carousel Diner. Yep, the dog head really is gone.]

[2. The humdrum beginning of Skyline Boulevard, a majestic road that winds all the way down the Peninsula thru sand dunes, cypresses, dry hills, eucalyptus stands, and redwood forests. It starts however, in the barren, Edward Scissorhands-esque neighborhood near the S.F. Zoo.]

[3. Lake Merced. I've driven by this lake (actually two lakes divided by a narrow neck of land) a number of times, but have never taken time to explore it. Amazing that this natural body of water has been allowed to survive when every other natural stream (except one, in the Presidio) and lake (ditto) in this engineered city has been paved over.]

[4. Stonestown Galleria. I got tired of walking around the south lake, and caught Muni to the mall. One fortifying Coca-Cola from McDonald's later, and I was headed back downtown. Enough nature for one day.]

[Last night was all about Sex and the City and (especially) Six Feet Under. Summer telly addiction nominee #1. My mortuary roots are showing.]

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