What am I supposed to do?

At Golden Gate Park in San Fransisco, we found this sign upon entering. After we laughed at the absurdity of the signage, we bit our tongues and attempted to interpret the rules so as not to break any. In the end, we thought we would probably break them all, so we found something else to do.

1.No bicycle riding if you don't have any hands or feet.
2.No skateboarding if your torso is not connected to your legs.
3.No yeti's, especially if they're standing on 8 donuts.
4.No Nazi skindhead scooter gangs.
5.Animal crackers are not permitted.
6.No pooping, especially if you're pooping a canon ball.
7.No marijuana farming.
8.No stomping on your marijuana if you don't get caught growing it.
9.Do not allow the squirrels to eat your fingers.

It was kind of a San Fransisco Vacation.

Many, many moons ago, she got accepted to present a paper at 4-C's this year in San Francisco. Upon her acceptance, she invited me to come along--an invitation I couldn't refuse. So, instead of making it a 3 day trip, we made it a week long vacation. Here are pictures for proof.


Before figuring out public transportation, the first couple days were spent walking (sometimes aimlessly) through the city. On finding the corner of Haight and Ashbury, we stood in line with a bunch of other embarassed tourists and snapped the mandatory shot.

We had no clue what these trees were? Maybe clones from the cover of U2's album "The Joshua Tree." Regardless, they littered the city and were quite appealing to the eye.

One afternoon we laid in Golden Gate Park--everyone else was doing it so why shouldn't we? I turned to Ariel and asked if I could be artsy. She approved, and this shot was the result.

Alcatraz--going to jail has never been this fun.

Century plants on Alcatraz. Considering the island is actually just a big rock, all plant life was imported from the main land.

San Fran via Alcatraz. She was pondering her escape plan...

On walking through the wharf, we stumbled upon a carnival game museum. I stepped to the plate first, dropped in a quarter and discovered that I'm a "clammy lover."

She stepped to the plate and I got a double whammy--Not sure how, but she's to become a rich widow.

We knew we had found the famouse wharf seals when we got a sudden whiff of poop.

Right past China-town, public transport ended. After walking up, down, and across every alley in this part of the city, she lost 3 pounds and collapsed from exhaustion. So I laughed and took a photo.

Golden Gate Bridge. 9am, on our way to the Marin Headlands and beyond to Muir Woods.

Of the many photos she takes of me, this is one of few where I don't look like an idiot. On top of some battlement from WW2 on the Marin Headlands.

He took this.

She took this.

Muir Woods. The lives of these four trees combined exceeds 4,500 years. One of my new favorite places to visit--trully peaceful!

Random Redwood tree stump in curious lighting.

The Gorilla came out when times were tough. Here, he forces me to stop whinning.

Sunset at "Lands End."