A beautiful city

Once in a while, you have to take a step back, relax, look at things from a distance and remember the many reasons why you love this crazy city called San Francisco.


Summer Solitude in Yosemite? Quite Possible

I have been wanting to take a break and get back to Yosemite for a couple of years now. The prospect of summer crowds not that appealing, I started looking for a good solo hiking trip in the Yosemite wilderness that I could complete in less than a week and that would afford some solitude. It took just a couple of weeks planning. Because I was purposefully avoiding the more popular options, such as the John Muir Trail and the High Sierra camps, I was able to secure a permit just a couple of days in advance. I called the Wilderness Reservation line and booked a 6-day, 5-night stay in the park’s southern backcountry, timing the 50-mile loop so as to hit the remotest sections over the weekend and get in and out Yosemite Valley during weekdays. Oh, and I travelled from SF to the park (and back) by train and bus.

So, here is the log. Continue reading “Summer Solitude in Yosemite? Quite Possible”

Where’s the bear? Lost Coast solo backpacking

So I finally did it. With the weather forecast promising three straight 80s-and-fog-clear coastal days, I headed to King Range National Conservation Area to descend north to south the 25.6-mile stretch of the Lost Coast trail from Mattole to Shelter Cove. Here’s the log.

Friday, Oct 10, 2008

3:15 am: Left San Francisco to drive north on H101. Deserted Golden Gate bridge has a surreal quality to it. I am doing good time all along the way, though encountering multiple slower men-at-work areas along the freeway.

Continue reading “Where’s the bear? Lost Coast solo backpacking”

Italians at the Frontier

Italiani di Frontiera Logo“Italiani di Frontiera”, Italians at the Frontier. It’s the project of Roberto Bonzio, Reuters journalist and entrepreneurial spirit who is turning a six-month sabbatical in California into a blog, book and multimedia project, covering Italians past and present who have taken to the American frontier.

I had the pleasure to sit down at Caffe del Doge in Palo Alto (apt location!) with Roberto for a chat. He posted his report here (in Italian).