Justification for our outrageous cost of living.

I'm going to dedicate this post to my dear pal, Rene. That girl is *always* reminding (harassing?) me when I haven't blogged for a few days… love you girlie!

OK, so everyone knows it costs an arm and a leg to live in California… especially if you're near the water, which the Bay Area happens to be. (It's that whole “bay” part)
I've lived here my entire life. I have no desire to move anywhere else. I want to raise my kids here, I want to die here.
I can wake up in the morning and go skiing or to the beach. I can go hiking in the redwoods or to Disneyland. I can see world class performaces (ballet, opera, musicals, all of it!) and I can find some funky little venue and check out some not yet discovered new talent.
I proudly show visitors around “my city” my San Francisco.
I love it all.
Even the earthquakes.

But none of these things are *really* why this place I call home is so amazing.
Tell me where else someone can take photos like these that follow… on a Sunday in November… three days after Thanksgiving… while exploring the city in a little yellow convertible with the top down all day.

Only here.

From Twin Peaks, looking north towards Marin… you can see the Golden Gate Bridge on the left.

Looking East, towards downtown and the Bay Bridge. You can see Market Street running towards the ferry building across town.

Just a nice picture of my handsome guy! It's so rare I get a pic where he isn't sticking his tongue out or making some other silly face! LOL

Heading north on the Golden Gate Bridge, into Marin… we then came down through Richmond and home. A perfect fall day in California.