It is a lovely, foggy summer morning in San Francisco. Our visitors from across the world are all looking out of their hotel windows expecting to see a fabulous view. And guess what? The city has disappeared!
We are proud of our fog. Or at least I am. It is a constant reminder of the power of nature to create great works of beauty. But, also, a reminder that San Francisco is a city that is both blessed and cursed by nature’s whims (think earthquake). And as with all great works of art, it is the tension between the two that creates the most interesting results. And no matter how man may try to tame mother nature by altering her natural landscape, she will always have the last word.
Take, for example, our hills. The cable cars were invented to climb them.
And our steeper hills have stairs to help your climb.
But then came the automobile. And tour buses. A steep hill and a loaded tour bus are not a good combination.
But have no fear! A tow truck is on its way.
So, dear visitors, enjoy this lovely, cold, foggy summer day in San Francisco. And mind the hills.