Oh, San Francisco, how I love you.
This city makes my heart come to life. It has been fifteen years since I first set foot there. The first time, San Francisco taught my heart to beat and to keep beating for the life that was to come. This time, it provided much appreciated perspective. And this time, I was with my husband and lifelong love, Carl.
Our sights to San Francisco through wine country were phenomenal. Rolling green hills and vineyards As far as the eye could see. Highway 101 started us out with a trip over the Golden Gate Bridge, a first for both Carl and I. why not keep the magic alive and hit up all of the best sights first? Next up, Lombard street! I must have taken a super secret route because on a Saturday, we waited in no line whatsoever to go down this street. I don't know how it happened, but it did. We rolled slowly down the most crooked street in the world (I question this after seeing ice road truckers) and kept rolling down hill until we reached Fisherman's Wharf. We parked the car along the waterfront and walked a few miles from one end to the other. Oh, the people and the places we saw.
After finding a hotel based upon a park ranger's advice, we found ourselves staying where all the traveling performers stay when they do shows for the park service. The place was cool enough. A little retro, but who stays in their hotel room when in San Francisco on a Saturday night? We walked back to the Wharf and did a little more sight seeing before we took a pedi-cab to chinatown for a look. That place is a hill no matter what direction you look! Everything was written in Chinese too, the street signs, names of buildings, venues, etc. It was beyond awesome. We stopped in an herb shop where I walked around telling Carl about the bulk herbs and completely astonished with the knowledge I have gained while in school. From there we found a most amazing tea shop where we went through all of the teas and sets. Oh how I love Chinatown.
We walked anther two miles back to our hotel and took a much needed rest. As we were preparing for bed, the folks in the hotel room next to us began fighting and slamming doors. I figured it was a Saturday night and we were going to hear some riff-raff. Well, middle of the night comes and the riff-raff increases as well as the drug use apparently. Carl hears people coaxing the neighbors to open the door because someone overdosed on drugs. I slept through it all, thank god for walking 9 miles around town.
We got up bright and early (0430) the next day only to walk back to Chinatown for dim sum. Following that we hit up other districts around town too; the financial district to see the great Transamercia building, Coit tower, North beach, Russion Hill, the bay bridge, and back along the wharf toward our hotel.
We were going to stay another night and do some touristy activities, but after our extensive morning walk and the ground we covered, we decided to drive to another destination. I had been viewing all of the tourist brochures and saw day trips to Yosemite. We did a quick road check for conditions, called Yosemite to check the weather and conditions, and off we went.
San Francisco to Yosemite. Always onward, always adventuring. Into the snow we go!
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