I just cannot stress enough how much fun we had in SF. It is, of course, an interesting city to visit, but having a personal tour guide who you also know very well definitely took the whole experience up a notch. We didn't have to focus very much on how to get where we were going, nor did we have to consult very many public transportation schedules. In addition, we got very good at spotting open parking places (There's one! Hurry, get it before that little old lady does!). We even got to meet Nick's bosses at a BBQ they threw for him since he will be leaving there soon.
The only area we didn't visit that I would have liked to was the Mission District, but we saw the old Presidio (drove all around it, in fact, not entirely by choice, but that's half the fun), saw the Golden Gate Bridge from at least four different vantage points and levels of fog, saw a real mummy at the Palace of the Legion of Honor (say that five times, fast), ate great Chinese, Thai, pizza, and Mexican/Indian fusion (sounds weird, was terrific), and even got to the beach and Fisherman's Wharf and Ghirardelli Square (ate ice cream at the original store) and Alcatraz and saw huge redwoods. Oh, and we attended a Giants game. So here are some pictures:
At the Giants game the evening we arrived. That huge Coke bottle in the background is a series of slides for kids to go down. The field abuts the water, so they have a splash count for balls that go over the wall and into the bay. Kayakers park themselves out there to retrieve the balls.
Nick and me at Muir Woods, the closest redwoods to SF.
Itty bitty Dan, really big tree.
Nick at the Tennessee Valley Beach. We walked 1.5 miles from the parking area to get here, and it was hilly!
View of the Golden Gate Bridge from on top of Twin Peaks (perhaps the highest point in the city - I'm not sure).
Fresh fish arriving at a Chinese market.
Nick and me at the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park. We saw lots of plants and structures but didn't actually have tea.
A requisite picture, as anyone who knows Dan will understand. I'm surprised he didn't have a Grateful Dead T-shirt on that day.
Sea lions at Fisherman's Wharf. You didn't want to be downwind if at all possible.
Dan getting creamed in Pong by a 10-year old (son of friends of ours), at the cool Musee Mecanique.
The Rock.
Me inside one of the cells. They used to close visitors in to let them really feel what it was like, but the doors have gotten so rusted that someone got stuck, so they stopped that.
View of the G.G. Bridge from The Rock. (Did I mention how beautiful the weather was nearly the whole time we were there? My nose stayed slightly red the whole time, even with sunscreen applications.)
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