Fort Point

This is backtracking a bit since my folks left last week, but it was such a glorious day I wanted to acknowledge it.

Last weekend, just after Sweetpea's birthday, we decided to do a quick trip to Fort Point with my parents since in all their years visiting me we'd never taken them. And in fact, English hubby and I hadn't officially been inside it either until this past summer. It's now one of Sweetpea's favourite places to run around, up and down the stairs and spooky arched colonnades, and I still don't think we've ever toured it slowly enough to read most of the historical signposts or pause longer than 20 seconds in a given location. That's being a tourist with a six year old.

There she goes.

Still, we managed to hit most of the major points this time around, and my Mum gamely attacked all the stairs with her bum knee without complaining even once.

I've been living in the San Francisco Bay Area for 14 years and still feel very lucky to live here. Most of the time, anyway. But that's another post.

Fort Point is right under the southern end of the Golden Gate Bridge with stunning views of the Bay and the Pacific, and a short walk to the Warming Hut for hot cocoa afterward. Which is a required element since it's usually freezing cold in the Fort.

I should probably get the squinty six year old some sunglasses.

She's absorbing the history, no doubt.

Sweetpea negotiated the entire .4 mile walk to the Warming Hut on this chain.

These two do tend to snuggle whenever the opportunity arises.

Playing tourist.