An old neighborhood - with an old Nursery with old-style, make-it-yourself signage.
There are old cars lurking at the curb, such as this Saab, which illustrates the free-thinking, professorial tone of the community. In the driveway were two modern Porsche 911 convertibles, and a Range Rover sat in front of the house, behind the Saab.
I was briefly diverted by this tiny library which stood in front of a Craftsman-style house. It was a LittleFreeLibrary that offers free books to passers-by. I checked out the selection and borrowed a book called The House of Mondavi.
This well-preserved, forward-control Dodge pickup implies that Mission Hills is not just a place for intellectuals, but there's room for working folk too.
There's definitely a flower-loving component of the population which isn't afraid to say (in color) they're free-thinkers.
There are canyons to the north.
And valleys to the west (along with the marine layer) beyond the Presidio golf course and Old Town.
I found the remains of a eucalyptus tree - the bike is on the tree stump so you can see its size.
I found a path of decomposed granite and dirt - a road that I'd never seen before - and decided to explore it. As my riding motto is "Come Home Alive" I walked the steep stretches. This is not a path that rewards getting even one wheel in the wrong place!
The cactus are all around, in grand profusion.
I saw two Mustang Convertibles but didn't take pictures. Sorry. You'll have to trust me today.
