California

 

Most of our visits to California have been to the coastal areas from Santa Barbara north to San Francisco. The photographs in this gallery are arranged geographically, starting in Santa Barbara, then up the coast on Highway 1 to the Big Sur area and Carmel, then to San Francisco, Sausalito, and finally Napa Valley.

The Santa Barbara marina is chock full of boats.

The Santa Barbara marina is chock full of boats.

Masts galore.

Masts galore.

Sidewalk restaurants on State Street take advantage of Santa Barbara’s usually beautiful weather.

Sidewalk restaurants on State Street take advantage of Santa Barbara’s usually beautiful weather.

Looking south from Santa Barbara harbor—a very calm Pacific Ocean.

Looking south from Santa Barbara harbor—a very calm Pacific Ocean.

South of Carmel off of Highway 1—the California coast at dawn.

South of Carmel off of Highway 1—the California coast at dawn.

A full moon prepares to set over the Pacific.

A full moon prepares to set over the Pacific.

Early morning on the coast.

Early morning on the coast.

Highway 1 bridge catches the morning sun.

Highway 1 bridge catches the morning sun.

This barn has a beautiful view of the Pacific.

This barn has a beautiful view of the Pacific.

Sea fog offshore, but not here.

Sea fog offshore, but not here.

An estuary near Carmel Highlands.

An estuary near Carmel Highlands.

South of Carmel.

South of Carmel.

Carmel River

Carmel River

Carmel

Carmel

Carmel

Carmel

Carmel Beach

Carmel Beach

The view of Carmel from Pebble Beach.

The view of Carmel from Pebble Beach.

A squadron of pelicans flies over Carmel Highlands.

A squadron of pelicans flies over Carmel Highlands.

Carmel sunset.

Carmel sunset.

The moon sets at a Carmel sunrise.

The moon sets at a Carmel sunrise.

Another Carmel dawn, gloomier this time.

Another Carmel dawn, gloomier this time.

On to San Francisco.

On to San Francisco.

San Francisco Bay from the Golden Gate Bridge.

San Francisco Bay from the Golden Gate Bridge.

I finally made it here—forty years too late for the summer of love.

I finally made it here—forty years too late for the summer of love.

The neighborhood is still interesting, however.

The neighborhood is still interesting, however.

When in San Francisco we always try to make at least one trip across the bridge or by ferry to Sausalito.

When in San Francisco we always try to make at least one trip across the bridge or by ferry to Sausalito.

A day spent in Sausalito is always leisurely and pleasant.

A day spent in Sausalito is always leisurely and pleasant.

The view of San Francisco from Sausalito.

The view of San Francisco from Sausalito.

A spectacular setting for a sail.

A spectacular setting for a sail.

The marina at Sausalito.

The marina at Sausalito.

Leaving Sausalito by ferry late in the day, the fog is rolling in.

Leaving Sausalito by ferry late in the day, the fog is rolling in.

Ships passing in the fog.

Ships passing in the fog.

Balloons over Napa Valley.

Balloons over Napa Valley.

One morning we counted thirteen balloons in the air at once.

One morning we counted thirteen balloons in the air at once.

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