Itās almost like an unwritten rule of nature, or a law of physics that no one speaks about. The exact moment school started last Wednesday was the first time that we have seen blue skies in these parts of San Francisco since early June.
And it has been absolutely clear every day since! Not a cloud in the sky. The moment school begins and I no longer have time to take advantage of it, the weather clears up. Wonderful! At the moment, I can see the lights of the Sunset District going all the way out to the ocean (usually they are hidden in fog).
I took a photo this weekend out my bedroom window as the sun was setting. This is seriously the first time thereās been sunlight here in over 2 months. It feels great. š

In other news, my roommate Kasi and I decided to venture into Golden Gate Park last week to verify a rumor. When you think of New Yorkās Central Park (and maybe Tracy can attest to this), what kind of animals do you think of? A few squirrels? Some pigeons maybe? (Of course there is the occasional alligator, but whatever, Los Angeles has that too. š )
Iām willing to bet there are no BUFFALO in Central Park! However, you can find them in Golden Gate Park! Oh yes my friends. And I have the pictures to prove it.

There is a full on herd of buffalo in Golden Gate Park. It ranks as one of the most awesome things Iāve ever seen. And itās pretty random. Youāre just driving/walking/running through the park and all of the sudden you come across this paddock full of buffalo.
Lastly, I was actually able to knock off two books on my list before school started! East of Eden and The Monkey Wrench Gang. Iām nearly done with A Walk in the Woods, but that might take awhile thanks to the amount of reading I must do for school now.


Well I didnāt come away from that back packing trip unscathed. Evidentially, my pack caused my shirt to crinkle up, exposing my back. My skin was now in direct contact with the rubbing pack as I walked. It wasnāt until I got home later that I realized I had a rug burn of epic proportions. Oh yes! Check out that nasty picture. (Itās now a week and a half later and the thing is still with me and hurts whenever I move. Yay for Neosporin!)
On Saturday, I decided to have a moment of insanity by attempting to hike a āsmallā trail called the Caribou Scramble. It was only 2 miles long, but according to some literature that a few people brought on the trip, it gained over 2,500 feet of elevation and contained over 100 switchbacks. Some people expressed surprise and doubt that I could/would attempt such a thing. I figured the view would be amazing and I like hiking anyway. So I set out and did it. Finished it in just over an hour and a half (and I only counted 86 switchbacks). I did get some