Mom and Dad got this idea to take Amtrak down to San Francisco this past weekend. What prompted such an adventure? Well for one the Bay Area is home to my lovely Aunt Bethany and Big Uncle Jon. In addition there was a huge free concert in Golden Gate Park called
Hardly Strictly Bluegrass featuring the family favorite
Gillian Welch. She is the singer/songwriter partially responsible for my unique but beautiful name. In any case, here is the photo essay:
The train worked out well as far as I was concerned. I enjoyed looking out the window and practicing my animal signs: cows, sheep, horses, dogs, birds, and ducks. I got lots of exercise too (check out Mom and my matching socks!).

Dad and I enjoying a sunrise breakfast in Northern California Saturday morning.

When we got to San Francisco, Auntie B picked us up and showed us her new digs. I LOVED her kitties. We also got to shower, nap, and recharge.

Lunch in the park listening to Nick Lowe finish his set. Ok, technically I was asleep, but it made a nice soundtrack to my dreams.

Here I am at the park listening to Bela Fleck and Keller Williams and playing a little ball. Life doesn't get much better.

Trying on Auntie's sunglasses while we wait for the main event.

There were lots and lots of people at this shin-dig. And there are five other stages. Seriously, this is as close as we could get - it was packed!!

Luckily we found a little square of grass to squeeze into near another family. Dancing with Mom.

After a long day of good music Uncle John picked us up and we went to dinner before re-boarding the train to come home. Here I am walking around while everyone finishes eating. I also got to ride the escalator (up and down, up and down), currently one of my favorite things to do.

Lounging in our seats as we traverse the Steel Bridge back into Portland.