jumping oceans

i visited california first and found it amazingly good-smelling and to my newly-adjusted skin, cold. unbelievably, shiveringly, freakingly cold.
my parting shot of japan (not cold):



i had packed for 90F (33C) degree weather, so i had nothing resembling reasonable clothing for the foggy bay area. when we went out one night in san fran's mission district, steph was kind enough to loan me a coat!



a little farther east in moraga, the weather was warmer. kathy and i had a poolside catch-up session that was far too short, and i was back on the piercingly loud and vaguely dodgy BART rail (sorry, Japan has spoiled me).



next stop: the desert and the sky