In the early months of my move west my Meg sister, a San Franciscan of 12 years, showed me around the city and helped me get settled. She helped me find my apartment on Nob Hill and sent me the listing that landed me in my first SF job. On days off we ran around Crissy Field and to Fort Point. We traveled to Muir Beach, Sonoma, and Bolinas. It was those drives - trips I would never have taken alone - that made me fall hard for California. It was the ocean, the winding coastal highways, the redwood trees, it was everything.
What will your Muir Beach story be?