We parked and walked over to look down on the beach (you couldn't go on it, just look over it) It was amazing. There were groups of seals laying around with each other, or scooting along the sand, or playing/fighting. And these were elephant seals, so sea lion sized. We thought that was really impressive. Then we went to the boardwalk. There were more seals
than I've ever seen of one animal in the same place in my life (if that makes sense). The beach was covered in them. Check it out! And as you can see, this isn't even all of them!The drive up route 1 was windy and beautiful. And that’s full of winds (like twists), not wind. I just told Caleb and Dan that I’ve never noticed those words were the same before. It was stormy, but not rainy for too much of it. The stormy ocean was on one side while we hugged the cliffs and steep green slopes. I was excited for Big Sur thanks to Jack Kerouac. That area was pretty great. There was forest and big trees that seemed like they would be a great place to explore and hike around. It was more accessible looking than the interior of the rest of it.
The rest of the drive up to SFO was fairly uneventful. It got much more populated. We arrived outside Denise and Stuart’s house around 4:30 and had decided we’d park there and take public transportation into the city. I had checked out maps and fares back in San Simeon so we knew which line to take and where to catch it. We talked to Denise while waiting for the train and found out that they would actually be home earlier than they had though but we decided to go into the city anyways, as planned.
After some minor mishaps (not knowing where to find the F line, then taking it the wrong way for a little while) we made it to Fisherman’s wharf. We walked around the first wharf then went and got some food cuz we were both starving. We ended up sitting under a huge Foster’s poster. Of course Dan got a picture with it.
As an aside:
When we took the train too far and got out to cross the street we saw an interesting character. He was wearing his flannel pants and sheepskin slippers. We were waiting for the light to turn red so we could cross. He didn’t mind the traffic and walked out into the street. As cars came up to him he would shoot at them with his fingers and make machine gun noises. He did this all the way across the street and made it safely. When we saw Danielle she told us about another person she had seen that she called the bush man. I guess he hangs out (or at least used to) around Fisherman’s wharf behind a fake bush from where he jumps out at people.
Our trip back we went way too far on the F line (they don’t announce stops) and then not quite far enough on the N line back to their house. So we did more walking than planned. Finally got to their place around 9 and rang the doorbell. The dog that barked in response was pretty exciting. We sat and talked with everyone for a little while as Sonny sat on my lap and tried to lick my face. Sonny is a golden doodle, awesome dog, but not a lap dog. I don’t mind, of course, I love dogs. Especially goldens (or mostly goldens). After some catching up the kids went to bed and Denise set us up for the morning. We didn’t see anyone the next morning but we had keys, and our car moved into the garage and a park map for Golden Gate Park as well as some museum cards.
We got up and made coffee at ate cold pizza (we called Denise to make sure it was ok to eat) in the back garden. The housekeepers were cleaning so we tried to stay out of their way.
We had a leisurely morning and went over to golden gate park. We wandered and saw some of the gardens and just generally enjoyed it. We only saw a small part but it’s an awesome park and they only lived a couple blocks away. Unfortunately we didn’t get to try to get into any museums. We talked to Margie and she suggested that we probably wanted to leave sooner rather than later because they were getting snow in the pass.
Not long after we talked to her we left the park and San Francisco to head to Carson city.
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