Why I may never leave San Francisco

While the weather in San Francisco can, for many, leave a lot to be desired, there are a few weeks worth of the most glorious days. The most common come during the "Indian Summer" in fall. The others come in March. And, since it is not a common occurrence, on those days San Franciscans are out revelling in the city. Today, we took a bike ride through Golden Gate Park to Ocean Beach. In additoin to tons of "normal" people out for a walk or bike ride, we passed the dance routine roller wskating people (sorry, I have no idea what these people should actually be called, roller dancers? Let's just say they wear teal and purple and do dance routines on roller skates while listening to old school), the free Lindy in the Park people swing dancing outside of the De Young museum, past the heard of buffalo and to the beach. There were people flying kites, dogs playing, and lots of pasty white skin revealing itself. We had a lovely picnic at the beach, soaking it all in and getting sunburned. Then we had to ride back and that was sort of torture - four miles uphill - but it was a lovely day nonetheless. I even managed to get a chunk of my seminar paper written.