I was once mugged at gunpoint on this very hill, but the view is so spectacular that I had to come back 20 years later and get a shot of one of the best views available of my favorite city.

A winter storm was fast approaching... so I took my camera and tripod down to the beach. This is the result.

The San Francisco skyline gleaming at 12:30 AM from underneath the Bay Bridge in the cold of December. The blurred light on the bay is a tugboat.

Taken from the top of Mount Diablo, CA. The shadow of the top of the mountain can be seen stretching South East to the city of Livermore.

In Death Valley, even in the Spring with the air only warming to 87 degrees Fahrenheit, one must pack plenty of water. This was my lesson as I found myself parched after walking 45 minutes to the middle of the sand dunes just outside of the Stovepipe Wells area with only one liter of water on me. A lesson learned the hard way. You can literally lose yourself in this vast and wondrous landscape. The shapes continually shift as you wend your way through this amazing place. If I had enough water on me I could have stayed many more hours than I did. As it calls me back, I am in hopes to return in the Fall... with lots of water.