My California Atlas is open to the San Francisco page. I keep glancing down at the peninsula, my eyes drawn towards its topography and complex grid of city streets. Something is very odd about the image. It seems to be out of scale. There's no doubt that San Francisco is huge. I have experienced its enormity first hand. Over the last six days I've traveled the city via bike, bus, rail, and especially through the use of my lower appendages. The weariness sitting in my bones like lead is testament to my great effort to "get to know" and "experience" the city. As awesome as the week of discovery was, I know that I barely scratched the surface of what San Francisco has to offer. And as much walking as Fern and I did, clearly there was so much more ground, so many more streets, that could have been covered. Yet I look at this Atlas and observe that the city is not more than seven miles across in any direction. It just doesn't seem right, but it is. San Francisco, like Manhattan, defies space and time by harboring so much of humanity in such a small area.

At any rate, Fern and I had a lot of fun. I sit down and tell you all about it soon. For now, have a look at Fern in action in San Francisco.