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Published: July 24th 2009
July 18th -19th
After a somewhat delirious drive into San Francisco the night of the 18th, Generalissimo and Karankawa rested up at the Cow Hollow Inn (which was an awesome suggestion, thank you Kate!). Upon waking in this beautiful--and VERY cold--city, we were stunned by the lack of nature. SF has been the first major city stop (we are electing to forget about Las Vegas--it's not like it's a real city anyway). Don't get us wrong, the rolling streets and spectacular architecture were totally worth the brief glimpse, but we missed camping and our personal nature chef, Juan Rambo.
Soon, however, we were joined by Texas Red--the Gulf Coast Shooter (not guns ladies, don't get excited, just a Nikon). We used the one day in SF to peruse the city (Karankawa took on the driving ... the guide book suggests only if you have nerves of steel ... there may have been a great amount of swearing, cursing, and it's no small miracle that no pedestrians, Chihuahuas or bicyclists were harmed in the process). A bit directionless, we wandered through Castro, had some yummy lunch at Thai Chef and took lots of pictures for our Houston compatriots. It wasn't
The Hades drive
There is no love for the space between Vegas and SF, just dust, tumble weeds and apparently a lot of Ron Paul signs ... though, Generalissimo says that's enough to sustain. until we made it to the Musee Mechanique, though, that the day really took off ... we transformed into button-pushing children in a warehouse of vintage games from throughout the century. The crew gleefully fed quarters to every machine within reach before skipping (Generalissimo was definitely skipping) to the next. The history of arcade played out before us and time flew by so quickly that we almost risked our car being locked up in parking overnight.
Word to the wise, watch the time in SF -- we were always hitting places, esp. eateries (and art museums--damn no Chagall!!), as they closed (ah, Houston, the real city that never sleeps this side of NY). We finished the day with hunting for some Italian and settled on Calzone's Pizza Cucina, one of the only places still serving.
And no night in a city is complete without visiting at least one dive bar ... we chose the Horseshoe Tavern (because it was behind the Cow Hallow). Generalissimo and Karankawa naturally outlasted Texas Red--no man can compete with these ladies. They watched the regulars drop like flies while flipping their hair at the Yankee bartender. (Generalissimo staunchly denies any hair flipping. She
doesn't know what J. Karankawa is talking about.) Finally around, 1 a.m. Generalissimo dragged Karankawa back to the hotel as the trio needed to rest up for the long trek to the Redwoods.
Generalissimo's SF Quote: In regards to the Ron Paul sign outcroppings on the way to SF "Should I feel crazy that I politically side with all these desert people?"
Karankawa's SF Quote: "Texas Red, you need to learn how to control your flash!"
Texas Red SF Quote: "Ice skating? No. Oh, no. You fall down hard and you can cut your fingers off."
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Very Cold
I did warn you that it is a cold city, didn't I?