If You're Going to San Francisco {Trip Part I}

As promised some snapshots from the trip - in image and text.Chapter One: The Cable Car
At the bell's shrill clamor, passengers grasped for the worn leather handles that swung from the railings above. Car No. 20 lurched fitfully upward toward the height of Powell Street, the heavy air of late summer swirling through open hatched widows and mustard yellow door frames. Reaching the brink of the hill it paused before it's descent, and in that moment's hesitation a rather giddy young woman contemplated the steeply graded thoroughfare that extended before her wretchedly antiquated conveyance. Uninhibited, No. 20 rumbled downward, past strings of bay windows and pastel facades. Periodically, it halted to the great din of steel, wood and asphalt harmonizing in friction's concerto.

Chapter Two: The Bridge
A late August swelter had uncharacteristically settled over the city, but out among the whitecaps and the gulls she found a welcomed relief in the chill of the wind that whipped around the bow. Leaning over the starboard railing she struggled to look westward, intermittently casting trailing glances back toward a skyline that grew evermore distant. Then, against the cold blue-green of northern salt water, and the diminished hues of hazy midday skies she spied that iconic shot of crimson.