Visited the Legion of Honor yesterday on a day you would have thought was summer. It was a Classic Pan type of day, because of the clear skies and wide/long view.
Luckily, we had a long walk up to the museum and we were treated to a fantastic view along the way. (A side of the Golden Gate I had never seen.)
The tip of land with trees on top across the Bay is known as Hawk Hill. It is where Terry has gone for years on Thursdays during the migration season of raptors south. I would always give him such sympathy because he would have to leave so early, be gone so long, sit on a short stool in a blind trying to lure the raptors down for banding (not comfortable for old bones and joints). But no longer. It turns out all these years he was going to the most beautiful place in the world. How hard can that be? On another raptor note: the eggs being incubated on top of the PGE building in San Francisco are getting ready to hatch. You can watch it all unfold here.