Trainspotting

Last night we had a bonfire on the beach with friends. What a relaxing way to spend the evening. Nice fire, nice sunset, nice wine. One of the highlights of the evening is a hobo. A hobo you say? Yes, a hobo. The trains often stop at North Beach to let other trains get past a certain point where there is only one set of tracks. When one of the trains stopped, a guy got off and asked us for some beer. He had been riding the rails since the east coast and was coming to see some friends in Seattle. We didn't have any beer to offer but did send him on his way with a screw top bottle of white wine! Good times, good times.