San Francisco’s Sutro Baths are the remains of a 19th century poolhouse built into a swath of land somewhere near to where bay meets the ocean. This poolhouse was unprofitable and as a result has become an outdoor attraction drawing visitors on a daily basis.
A book written in in 1850s by a rather untraveled Englishwoman calls San Francisco one of the “wickedest” cities in the world.
The most wicked aspect of the city is its lack of parking, and mayhaps the way some people dress, or at times, don’t dress at all.
Two weeks ago, I learned that I should call this part of California “The Peninsula.” Quick definition: it’s everything on the peninsular land around San Francisco, except for the city itself.
From Monterey I drove toward and through Santa Cruz. There, I saw the first Safeway in months, a reminder of my northward journey. In Southern California, these stores are named Vons, though they’re laid out in the same fashion and sell the same products. Both logos are cherry red and white, but after staring at the Vons sign for a few years Safeway now feels less polished. Anything outside of Southern California, once you’ve been there for some time, feels less polished, no?
I’m nearing San Francisco, but first, I’ll pass through Pacific Grove on my way north. It is here that monarchs, the most widely recognized of the North American butterflies, gather each winter. Thousands travel from southern climes to settle in this small coastal area, migrating as per the season as birds do. The monarchs are such an icon of Pacific Grove, it is against the law to cause them harm and the fine for doing so is $1,000.