Did you know there’s a waterfall in the middle of Golden Gate Park? I didn’t until a couple of weeks ago. Huntington Falls looks small at the ground level, but then you notice the stairs that go up along its side. Here’s how the falls really look, from the top of Strawberry Hill to the bottom at Stow Lake. Hiking this area was the culmination of a great summer day in San Francisco. These photosare alsoviewablehere.
There are a lot of photos online taken at this exact location. It’s at the base of Coit Tower. I’ve passed it a million times, but I didn’t have a decent camera to capture it until now. The building with the spires is Saints Peter and Paul Church.
When tourists come to the Big Island, they usually seek out the island’s famous white or black sand beaches. What they normally pass up, however, are the gray sand beaches. Ho’okena Beach Park is kind of small and secluded, but its unusual colors and rocky formations make it stand out. This is a macro shot of a small rock partially buried in the waves. Not your typical Hawaiian postcard material, but still quite beautiful. Large version viewable here and here.
Maui’sHaleakala National Park is defined by its variety. Considering that it consists of a 10,000 ft. climb in a two-hour drive, the drastic changes are not surprising. Some lower areas are defined their graceful, green slopes. The peak looks like a moonscape. In between, there’s plenty of forest to go around.
Hey, folks. Yesterday’s Daily Prompt was all about the summer solstice. Specifically, what you did with all that extra sunlight during the longest day of the year. I got up bright and early, got dressed, ate, grabbed my old hiking stick, and went to Mount Diablo. Despite its sinister name, the mountain and the surrounding state park is one of the most beautiful natural places in the Bay Area. You can spend hours walking is well-marked trails, enjoying the spectacular views along the way. Going in the summer is kind of ill-advised, though; it’s dry and hot up there at this time of year, and the recent drought has dried up all of the streams. My mother and I used to hike the mountain once or twice a month when I was a child; I like to think my appreciation of nature came from those long treks. This time, however, we couldn’t go so far. We had other errands to run, and Mom’s knees aren’t what they used to be. After three hours, we called it quits and headed back to civilization. At least I got a few great photos while I was there!