I Can't Believe the Golden Bridge isn't Golden!

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I had a bit of a sleep in today. Glenn got up and made a run for breakfast. I woke up and looked outside but couldn’t find the car. I had a moment of doubt as to whether or not we had locked the car last night (my fishbowl didn’t help either) before I noticed that Glenn was gone and must have taken the car. Whew…that wouldn’t have been a good start to the trip.

Side note: keeping up with the blogs has been harder than I thought it would be. It’s not that difficult to sit in the car and type (as I’m doing now). It is promptly finding internet service and sitting down long enough to download everything takes a fair bit of time. So, I’m sorry if the updates are few and far between at this point of the trip. I’ll try to write every driving day at least, so new blogs should appear every 3-4 days. Please subscribe to the blog to get notices of when a new blog is posted.

A bit before noon the car is packed up and we’re back on the road to San Francisco. After a bit of playing with the GPS we decided to make a detour to Sacramento, California’s capitol. I was entering info, trying to figure out exactly how much of a detour it would be from our direct route to San Fran when I asked Glenn simply if he wanted to see California’s capitol. He asked “Is that where the Governator lives?” and that was the end of it. We’re on our way to Sacramento—expected arrival in 10 minutes.

Well, we don’t think the Governator was home today. We stopped for lunch at a Westfield Shopping Center (this is significant because it’s owned by an Australian I believe). Walking around, I suggested that we take the escalator downstairs. Glenn asked “why not take the stairs?” “Because there are no stairs” I answered. That was promptly followed by an “Oh, that’s right, we’re in America.” Glenn also told me about an experience with Makena at a Red Robin in Seattle: Glenn teased Makena by calling her lazy as she pressed the handicap automatic open button for the doors. She, like Glenn did today, promptly replied “No, I’m just being American.” Sad, but true.

Leaving Sacramento I was playing with the portable GPS once again. The screen was just a mess of red, marking freeways. I said “Glenn, look at this” as I held up the screen for him. “Honey, I don’t need to look at it; I’m in it.” “Oh, right.” (He was driving at the time).

We found our hotel after an hour or so in San Francisco’s finest traffic. From there we set off on foot to Pier 39. After dinner we made our way to Ghirardelli Square for a bit of chocolate.

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Photos

Governator
We walked
yes, we walked
about five blocks to the house hidden in scaffolding. So, like I said, we don’t think he was home today.

Aussie on the Grass
Glenn on the grass by himself
Brittana said: “I can’t go on the grass—I’m a citizen.”

Alcatraz
View of Alcatraz from Fisherman's Wharf.

Tulips
Brittana relishes being in a warmer climate.

Comments

[karen dorsett]

as if glen
Well you guys are getting around , was reading your notes and was pissing myself glen as if you would take stairs over the lift , I think he was just trying to be funny ,xx