I can’t say that I left my heart in San Francisco, but I’d sure like to go back and look for it anyway.
We had a fantastic weekend road trip, and although we’re a tiny bit exhausted, it is a happy kind of tired.
Friday:
* We picked up Hillary from school, and as we sat in line afterward, behind Nia Peeples car, next to Pamela Anderson picking up her kids, and looking out at the surf roll in at Malibu’s world-famous Zuma Beach, the question arose: Why exactly are we getting away?
* We stopped in Oxnard for a Chick-Fil-A lunch. Reason enough to get away.
* We drove the 101 all the way to San Jose (yes, Dionne, I know the way), which is a totally gorgeous drive.
* Spent the night at a really nice Clarion Hotel in San Jose and watched the Cardinals-Giants on television.
Saturday:
* An absolutely REAL complimentary breakfast at the hotel. Good start to any day.
* Stopped in Palo Alto to check out Stanford University, which it completely beautiful. It was Admitted Student Weekend, and we thought about signing Hillary up early.
* Took the 280 into San Francisco, which took us straight through the downtown and all the way to Fisherman’s Wharf.
* Spent quite a bit of time at Fisherman’s Wharf, mostly at Pier 39. Enjoyed the sea lions. Ate at Bubba Gump’s, where I enjoyed a steaming bowl of clam chowder. Gazed out at Alcatraz. Decided not to count the sailboats on the Bay.
* Wandered down to Ghirardelli Square where Hillary and Jody sampled their world-famous sundaes.
* Drove to the Golden Gate Bridge and found a parking place where we wandered around some trails with spectacular views.
* Drove into Sausalito and found our friend Cole’s house. Unfortunately, Alison was out of town, but Cole was a most gracious host (along with being a most capable guide). Confession: The view from their balcony is enough to make Pepperdine folks jealous!
* Took the gameday Golden Gate Ferry to the ballgame, passing by the famed San Quentin Prison on the way. The ferry delivered us to our gate at the stadium. I’m telling you, that’s THE way to travel to a baseball game!
* Sat on the right field wall and watched quite a pitcher’s duel. Wainwright was awesome, but Zito was awesome-er. On the ferry ride back to Cole’s, decided that we were a wee bit tired.
Sunday:
* Cole drove us to Muir Woods National Monument, where we took in the majesty of the Redwoods. I’m not sure which was more unbelievable: the trees themselves, or the worshipful atmosphere. Simply one of the most amazing experiences ever.
* On the way back to Cole’s, he gave us a quick driving tour of Sausalito, which may be the coolest little city I’ve ever seen. How do you top Malibu? Maybe, Sausalito.
* Long drive home, but since we took the 5 back, it went rather quickly. Glad to be home, but glad to have visited San Francisco. And I already can’t wait to go back and visit again.
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