I was reading through some of our recent posts here, and noticed that Bryson has been horribly neglected in this space lately.
Part of it is probably due to the obsession we have towards this new creature brewing in my belly (don't tell Bryson...), and part of it is probably related to the lack of motivation to do anything due to this foul weather. This is what he ends up doing most days, which seems hardly worth reporting...
So, when there was a break in the rain this past Saturday, we took the opportunity to dust off our walking shoes, brave the gray skies, and headed to explore the old batteries and one of the most "scenic" beaches around San Francisco...
It was fun in a slightly eerie way weaving through the many levels of the an abandoned battery that guarded our coast at the turn of the 19th century. There are plenty of dark and hidden nooks and crannies to explore (and if it starts raining there're plenty of good places to hide). Pretty fascinating stuff.
"Look, Bryson! There's the famous Golden Gate Bridge!"
"Golden what? Who cares... ooh, look, there's something dead and stinky to roll on right over there. I'll be irresistable."
"Say cheese, Bryson! Whoa, wait... what's that smell?!"
Nothing beats a good romp on the beach to round out the day. And not just any beach, but the (in)famous Baker Beach, San Francicso's premiere nudist beach. As if the GG bridge isn't enough of a jaw-dropping backdrop, if you're "lucky", you'll also have a few of these au naturale folks in your frame. Fortunately for us, it was a very breezy day.
(Disclaimer: even though you can't see us in these photos, rest assured that Bryson was the only one dressing to the beach's protocol here. Trust us.)