The frequency of my blogging seems to have steadily diminished since I first started this site. I suppose I could say that I’ve been spending time away from the computer and have thus abandoned my blog… And for once, I wouldn’t be lying! Summer has bestowed upon me the inability to sit still, and Reid seems to believe that I actually enjoy the sun and being a social being. Whew, is he wrong or what? Just kidding, Reid—I swear. Anyway, I won’t promise to update more frequently—I’ll only set myself up for failure—but I do want to keep tabs onwhat I’ve been up to.
It’s kind of a shame that I’ve spent my entire life no more than 40 miles away from San Francisco, but have spent so little time in the city. I blame my parents who have probably vacationed overseas more times than they’ve visited San Francisco! (Dad will probably email me right after I post this blog to correct me on my exaggeration here.)
1980's: Check out Ma's awesome vintage sweater!
However, it does seem like I’m making up for lost time lately. Two weekends ago, Char set up a crab fishing trip at Municipal Pier. What blows my mind about this is that you can walk away with free crabs! If we were in China, I don’t think there’d be a single crab left at the pier if you could do this, regardless of legal restrictions on type and size of crabs caught. However, the cost of crabbing manifested in different forms; we battled cold weather for four hours and ended up with only four crabs that were barely 4-inches across their back (the legal size of crabs). FOUR CRABS.
Despite the frustration of having to throw back 2 deliciously large Dungeness crabs and many others little crabs, and being unable to stop a sea lion from ripping a tightly-secured chicken drumstick from our net, the subsequent meal of boiled crab dipped in garlic butter was well worth all the trouble.
Tips for next time: Use KFC chicken for 1) eating and 2) delicious oil and fat to attract crabs. Bring a book or some form of entertainment. Leave the net out longer to let the chicken fat smell travel in the water (we were impatient and pulled up the net every 5 minutes).
Last weekend, a trip to Half Dome at Yosemite was cancelled due to forest fires, so instead we went to San Francisco yet again. This time, we took a ferry out of the SF Ferry Building and headed out to Angel Island where “my people” came through back in the 19th century. There was none of the usual overcast weather that’s so typica of SF, but it was instead beautiful, blue, and extremely warm. The hike around the perimeter of the island offered some pretty awesome views of the SF skyline, Bay Bridge, and the Golden Gate Bridge—makes me wonder how it took me more than 20 years to get out to the city!
Not to worry though, I’ll be back this weekend when Kim visits and we go to Aziza. Have I mentioned how much I like this place?