clang clang clang went the... streetcar

My final challenge was to go for a ride in one of the famous cable cars. I didn't quite manage it, but I did fit in a ride on my preferred alternative, the F line, on my very last morning in San Francisco. Hurrah for restored 1930s trams, I said to myself, as we puttered down the hill.

the heights of academia.. and bicycles

Another challenge was to visit Berkeley, and purchase a book of philosophy from an importunate stall-holder. I didn't quite manage that, but I did do some good reading in a bicycle cafe, thus combining several key aspects into one adventure. The latte was really quite nice, but I do prefer a decent flat white, I will say.

challenge completed!

Before I left home, my companions in the burrow issued me with a few challenges. One of them was to find myself a leather jacket, and go for a walk down to the Castro. No problem. I met lots of lovely people, some of whom thought I was a prairie dog, but I soon set them straight.

green chile on everything, please

Once we left New Mexico and arrived back in San Francisco, I found myself pining for the open skies, the rocky hills, the scent of sagebrush in the air... and massive burritos. Fortunately, there was a New Mexican style taqueria just around the corner. I fear, however, I may have become part wombat, part burrito...

those americans know a thing or two about serving sizes

It's hot work, being a well-travelled wombat in New Mexico, so we stopped for a small beverage and some fruit. I needed a hand with both of them... ridiculous. It's back to a more sensible diet of shoots and leaves for me.

Jemez Springs

After all that excitement, it was good to find a quiet place by the river to get some sun on my fur and soak up the serenity...