Trip 2005 - San Francisco Night Camping

You don't always have to believe me when I make unsubstantiated claims, but sometimes I ask you to believe without seeing. I assure you that there is an ocean (notably the Pacific Ocean) directly in front of me. Many do not know this interesting fact, but the Pacific Ocean is shy at night and doesn't like to be photographed, so it hides away from the camera. This results in the fact that you have no choice to believe me when I tell you this truth.

Jenny and I took a stroll out along the beach, but we had to buddle up in order to win the longtime struggle of man vs. nature. On this night, like the many nights of eons past, nature won. I'm thinking about selling my concept to the Fox Network and retiring over the billions of dollars that I will make for this epic and primetime monster ratings battle.

I walked to the beach after a rough night of sleep. We all huddled together in the tent and tried to sleep despite the howling wind. When we awoke, we were not surprised to find that the outside of the tent was covered in dew, and some of it had made it's way inside. My bones ached as I made it to the beach, but it was worth the trip.

I do my best impression of the masked killer from the Scream movies, and instantly become a wanted target by the California State Police. Apparently there's been a warrant out for his arrest since he killed all those people in the small town of Woodsborro. They thought they caught him in act 3, but rumor has it that he's still on the loose...

I never thought that I would say this, but it really is quite a shame that San Francisco is so wonderful and has so many things to see and do in it. I only say that because I would have loved to spend an entire day just sitting out here and relaxing on the sands of the Pacific Northwest. I only had a few minutes of time to sit here and lollygag, as we were planning on spending today visiting Alcatraz Island, Fisherman's Wharf and the downtown area. We had so much time and so little do to (he he).

Home

We lit a nice roaring fire and wrapped up to protect ourselves from the bitter cold. It was surprising chilly for a May night on the coast, and it didn't help that there was a strong breeze blowing in from the ocean. I just realized that our fire was definitely not roaring, but it still was perfect for a nice little weenie roast. Isn't it great that I wrote all of that text and the only word that matters to anyone is weenie? I always cater exclusively to my target audience.