Memorial Day weekend is upon us, and as per usual, Jacques is working all 3 days (at least it's mostly day shifts). So Bryson and I, after dropping Jacques off to work, swinged by Crissy Field to visit the famous fog-shrouded Golden Gate Bridge.
Even though it's totally touristy, Bryson thorougly enjoyed sharing the limelight with this other San Francisco super-star.
(By the way, these pix are taken with the good ol' point-and-shoot, just can't juggle the Rebel and Bryson (the other Rebel) and dealing with the sand and wind all by myself yet)
If American Idol doesn't work out, I guess I can always audition for America's Next Top Model
Ahhh.... San Francisco...
Nothing's more classically San Franciscan than a leisurely stroll along the Bay at Crissy Field, americano in hand, doggy in tow, and hair all ruffled by the gusts of sea breeze that also leaves your teeth gritty for days.
Joggers, walkers share the trail with downtown San Francisco in view. BTW, leash law is back at all Golden Gate National Recreation Area Parks, but you can still see pooches roaming sans leash, which Bryson tried out a little bit too. What can I say, he likes to live on the edge
Fog, fog and more fog
A guest along our walk (who're you looking at?)
997, 998, 999... do I have to keep counting? I'm getting sleepy...
