Clear, Warm, Beautiful

Sitting in the garden under the oaks

We had a good weekend, except for the fact that the Bay Area is swamped with people, and it took us nearly half an hour crawling along the freeway to get on the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge on Sunday.  I heard that the drive from Santa Cruz to San Jose, over the mountains, took an hour and a half on Memorial Day (usually 30 minutes).

But!   Mr. Adorable came for a visit.  I was prepared with a chocolate-frosted-doughnut-with-sprinkles, as specified. 
Then we went for a walk around the 'hood.

First, a stop to feed the chickens (25 cents a handful for whatever it is they eat, proceeds to charity):

A rush to the feeding funnel

Rope swing down the block.  Note the Warriors hat.

 A hike up to Indian Rock:

Clambering to the top (why use the steps?)

Summiting.  Albany Hill in the background, faint outline of Mt. Tamalpais in the far distance

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On the domestic front:  This is what happens when the basket of paper recycling loses a handle as you're walking down the back stairs:

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Below is a Memorial Day photo of my favorite park.  No driving, no parking, no crowds,  a table always available, and cleanish bathrooms: 

The Randal-Powell Oasis

To the next 10,000 people contemplating a move to San Francisco (that's how many are moving here annually):  Please stay home.  We are filled up here in the Bay Area, maxed and gridlocked.   Rents are high, house prices are astronomical, and tempers are frayed.

But a very nice weekend can still be had, if I'm honest about it.

Sincerely,

The Curmudgeonette