The SF Museum of Modern Art is worth the price of admission.
San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . . Hunter S. Thompson
Our wheels are about 60 miles north. We decide to take the long way home and drive up sparsely populated California 1 on the coast. We stop for brunch in a typical California vineyard and split a bottle of Savignon Blanc.
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened. ..Hunter S. Thompson
There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . . And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .Hunter S. Thompson
San Francisco, 1967...the wave crested and broke right there, right then.
"We can't stop here, this is bat country!"...HST
love the photos...
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