Sunny day... sweeping the clouds away...

A thousand things to do with the time to do only 999... so it's time to stop and enjoy the view and let the natural order of things fall into place...

In this picture is my brother's house at the top of San Francisco. While you can't hike up the hill to the tower, there is a trail, visible to those who know it, on the right side of the photo in the center that leads to Twin Peaks. The wind from atop the peaks feels like it could pick you up and toss you clear into the ocean somedays. I haven't seen it since the rains, but I'll bet the hillside is covered in wildflowers now.

It's quite a hike from the Castro up a series of streets and stairs and hillside trails to get to Twin Peaks, but it is always worth it. Once, I drove directly to the lookout spot at the peaks upon arrival in San Francisco early one morning while the City was socked in fog so you could barely see the hands in front of your face. While I was standing there, the sun parted the clouds, and I suddenly found myself gazing down at the City awash in morning sunshine. It was one of those moments you can't plan; it just happens, and if you're lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time...

Of course, residents of the City know there are no shortage of places that hit you in the gut (in a good way --like a Ghirardelli Chocolate square) ...some are more fiercely guarded by the locals than others. It never ceases to amaze me how tourists who are just apeshit over being in San Francisco rarely get to see some of the most beautiful and unique sites in the City.

On last night's The Evidence, they appear to have already run out of stock aerial footage of San Francisco (or they're conserving what they have judiciously). They used several shots repeatedly (like I could ever get tired of seeing an overhead view of Columbus Avenue right up to the Transamerica Pyramid). My big laugh occurred at the end of the hour when some guy hit on Rob Estes in a gay bar. Are they trying to make sure he has a gay following, or what? It was a sort of wink-wink-nudge-nudge that let you know they'd done some homework on what makes San Francisco such a one-of-a-kind-place. And I'm sure some gay boys are going to get all giddy over Estes, enough to keep their ratings up.