trees and some other shit

Day 3:

There's all kinds of history that abounds in regards to the redwood trees, like how they're big and reddish and people like them. They were ok, I wasn't nearly as impressed as I had hoped to be, though I guess they are the biggest trees I've seen that I can remember. This picture doesn't really showcase the size of the trees as well as a 'I'm standing right next to one' type of picture might, but I'll be damned if I don't think it looks pretty cool.

After the adventures in the woods, and having to endure the pain I picked up in my leg from walking around the other day in my broke ass boots, we traveled to a little valley called Sonoma where they love wine.

Here's a flower with some vineyards in the background. The fields of grapes look kind of nice, though the grapes themselves are all still green. The green on green on shit brown dirt isn't the best looking picture in the world, so I took a shot with this little flower, he's happy.

The winery we visited was pretty awesome, it was a 'community day' or some such bullshit and so they were giving away all kinds of free food and instead of just being able to taste the wines, you could drink as much as you wanted. I didn't go crazy with the wine drinking because real wine, from a bottle, not from the box, makes me sleepy.

I couldn't get too sleepy because we had tickets to the Giants game last night where good old Pirates alum, Barry Bonds, hit his 750th homerun. It's a pretty sweet stadium, reminiscent of PNC Park with the low, open outfield offering a view of the bay, while PNC Park gives a view of Pittsburgh.

There's a couple more pictures I want to share, but I don't have much to say about them.

The obligatory redwood growth that looks like a redwood nutsack... kind of like a pregnant tree, from what I gathered.


My eagle friend overlooking the grapes and the hills and what not.


This is just some tree, but it had a chair underneath it as if it were some old ass man's favorite spot to chill out, I sat in the chair and took this picture.

No sweet escape man today. Sorry.

Another fun day.

Day 2 (belatedly):

Some stuff happened yesterday and the main reason that I didn't post anything fun is that I had to take a jesus walk all around town.

Went to jail. Not the real jail, of course, but the old kind. The kind that has been converted to a national park, Alcatraz, seen to the right.

The jail island was a grand old time, though I was repeatedly warned to 'not mess with the birds' and in olden times, this would have obviously meant the 'jailbirds' but not on this fine day. The sea gulls, nature's hobos, had inhabited the island and are apparently not to be trifled with as there were multiple warnings that these fowl should be left to themselves.

In a word, I can sum up the Alcatraz experience: boring. It's a hike to the top of the hill and there's a bunch of busted up buildings and jail cells that you're not allowed to play in. Basically, a disappointment. Though it's nice to know firsthand that the place kind of sucked.

Lunch was on some pier and then we went to Ghirardelli's Square or whatever it's called, the chocolate place. I enjoyed this because I caught a sweet pic for my grandpa of this mermaid's titties. Glory be to the titties. Glory be.


Probably the highlight of my day came on our way back to the hotel. I guess it was an afternoon rush or something because there was an ass-load of people waiting for the cable car. Apparently whenever a group of people form in San Francisco for whatever reason, the homeless flock to the opportunity. We waited and waited in line for the cable cars to slowly load up the crowd, as someone who looked like Jerry Garcia sang songs and plucked his banjo for the masses. After a while a stranger came... Escape man. This will speak for itself.


And some video below: