Your intrepid SF weathergirl and investigative reporter here.
It’s 8:07 a.m. Friday June 26th and the streets are eerily quiet.
Summer is in full swing in the city.
The fog has arrived. Shows no sign of leaving. [Update at 9:15 a.m. – sky is lightening and tiny points of blue sky peeking through!]
The residents, on the other hand, are leaving. In droves. For sunnier climes and summer vacations.
Here’s a little something to cheer those of us left behind.
I love sunflowers. Are they not just the cheeriest blooms?
It’s not really as gloomy as I’m leading you to believe. Yesterday, as I was munching on my sandwich at lunch on a bench outside the San Francisco Ferry Building the sun was shining.
A nice woman sat next to me and struck up a conversation. She was from Olympia, Washington and in town for a Sewing Machine Convention. We shared a good giggle about the fact that there is a convention for nearly everything.
She was just tickled to be in San Francisco and was asking me where the ferries go and how to get to Ghirardelli Square.
On my way back to the office I passed through a crafts market where a family visiting from Seattle was chatting with the artist.
I’m here to report that while many SF residents have left the city, they’re being supplanted by folks from the Pacific Northwest.