We were in San Fran by 10:00, grabbed our bags, got the AirTran out to the Rental station, and were in our car by 10:30.
Because we were a one-way rental, they upgraded us to get an Alberta car halfway back north. That meant the dash was in kilometres and Celsius. I didn't really notice this until we had hit the highway and it appeared I was hitting 100.
We headed over to Daly City to get road supplies and grab take-out from a diner nearest Fort Funston.
One of the things we noticed right away was how many plants we could not identify.
Fort Funston is basically a huge open dog park along the beach and a popular hang gliding spot.
We ate in the car, put our masks on, and walk out to look over the beach. Since we were carrying all the luggage in the vehicle until we could check in, we didn't feel comfortable to wander down to the beach too far from the parking lot.
We stopped by the west end of Golden Gate park to see the old windmills that once pumped water to the city.
And further north to Land's End Lookout
The Sutro Bath Ruins are here, where once this crystal palace stood, offering seven different temperatures of salt baths for the public to swim in (up to 10,000 swimmers at a time!)
Around the bend to the farthest NW corner of SF at the Bay
From there, we wound our way toward the B&B address and stopped to see the 16th Ave. Staircase mosaics
more of those cool alien succulents!
once we unloaded at the B&B it was a bit later than we'd planned, we were sweaty and tired and mostly just wanted to chill, so the evening walk (which we quickly realized would have been up way too many very steep hills) was cancelled in favor of getting organized for the main event: driving 800 miles up the Pacific Coast starting after breakfast.
Sunday
Foggy morning at the B&B
our place is on the right in white
The road to the left should have a nice view of SF, except . . . fog
Since I was up well before Marci, I took my coffee out for a short stroll around the block to appreciate how this fog and coastal climate made everything grow so BIG
We were loaded up and out the door by 7:15 to drive through the Haight/Ashbury area and find the Painted Ladies before breakfast.
We found street parking right at Eight A.M., were the first ones there, and grabbed the table farthest from everyone else outside. This would begin our streak of good luck finding every place we dined at with outdoor seating and well apart from other people.
my cinnamon crepe and freshly squeezed OJ
Marci's mountain of fruit on her Belgian waffle
As we were finishing up, an older couple who lived in the next building walked past and commented on our foxes. We explained our road trip and the gentleman said, "oh, up the 101?"
I replied, "No, sir, up the 1"
Him, "The ONE?" and made a motion with his hand like a snake slithering back and forth on itself.
We used that hand motion quite a lot over the next week!
After breakfast, we walked the one block behind us to Fisherman's Wharf and took a look at the docks and of Alcatraz.
up and over!
and looking back at SF from the Sausalito side
Will have to come back when it's safer to roam the city among lots of people in a few years to really appreciate the place.
This round, it's all about the road less traveled, skating along the edge of the world between the wide open coasts, and ancient, giant forests.
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