Did I tell you I moved 3,000 miles to the San Francisco bay area? Because I did...on what some would call a whim. I'm not really sure why my guts wanted to bask in the California rays but they did and now I'm here. I went exploring on Sunday afternoon and ended up on the top of the ridge that separates the peninsula from Half Moon Bay and the fog was incredible. Before I got to the top, I thought there was a fire. This photograph doesn't even do it justice. It looked like two different worlds colliding.
Greetings from Sunny Cal-i-forn-i-a!