“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”
~ Mark Twain.
Turns out Mark Twain never actually said that cool thing about cool summers in San Francisco. Too bad, because it’s such a fun quote.
He did sorta say something about summer in Paris and he definitely wrote, “If you don’t like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes.” But nary a word did he pen about our cool grey city’s climate.
Summer has just begun with a big Strawberry Moon and the 4th of July fast approaches. Yet – although I live on what is arguably the sunniest block in the whole dadgum town, just steps from Dolores Park – I’m still wearing wool layers, turning on the heat and checking Accuweather’s minute forecast.
If you’re a local you understand. Just as you understand why nobody has air conditioning and why those beyond-ugly $50 sweatshirts from Pier 39 are so popular with tourists.
(Ixnay on the weatshirtsay if anyone asks! Do your bit to keep our economy going!)
SPOILER ALERT: (if you’re newly local and this is your first time through a whole San Francisco calendar year): Real summer begins after Labor Day. So, if you want to barbeque, swim or wear shorts without freezing your can off, better head north, south or east.
Having said all that, I’m noticing this morning that the sun is out and the wind is at less than 25 mph. Time for a walk in Golden Gate Park before the fog rolls in again! See you there.