Point Reyes

Saturday, P and I dropped her husband at the airport and had a girls’ day out. We drove up to Point Reyes National Seashore on the northern coast across the Golden Gate Bridge.

We took Rt 1 on the other side of the bridge.  Put the top down and enjoyed the amazing scenery.  At one point, we had to stop because there was a road race in progress and we had to let two runners pass by. Since the top was down, I couldn’t just let them pass by without yelling some words of encouragement. The woman yelled to the guy in front of her, “Hey , they LIKE you!”  I of course turned bright red as always.

Had a blast driving on the curvy roads.  P learned that I make sounds while I drive.  Makes it more interesting!

Got to the park in time for the Earthquake Tour.  The park borders the San Andreas Fault.  The tour really didn’t have much to look at, but I did learn a bunch of interesting things from Ranger Chris.  You will have to take it yourself to find out what.

The tour was much longer than I expected, so we were a bit late getting to the lighthouse.  We ran down the 308 steps.  Luckily they are numbered, because you all know that I would have counted them.  They had kept the lighthouse open for an extra half an hour than they were supposed to, but since we arrived half an hour late, that meant we didn’t get to go inside.  I did take a lot of pictures though.

We drove back to San Francisco and parked the car in North Beach.  Wandered around a bit and finally settled on Figaro’s.  Lots of character.  Food was okay, but it didn’t blow my socks off.  As usual though, I had fascinating conversations in line for the bathroom.  A couple of older women were discussing the merits of Viagra.  I also met a girl from Boston who just moved out here as a nanny in SoCal, and was up for the weekend.

After dinner, we walked down the street a bit and landed at Illy for hot chocolate, tea, and desert.  Tiramisu and cannolli.  Still not as good as Mike’s Pastry in Boston, but I wasn’t complaining either.  Saw some cute firemen and police officers.  No, I don’t think any of them were gay, but you know my track record.

On the way home, we saw a girl with gigantic hair.  She was with three guys walking down the street.  I got caught staring by one guy.  I smiled and he smiled back.  So I waved and he waved back.  End of story.  Light turned green.

Overall, it was a fabulous day.  Enjoy the pictures!


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by iDad on August 29, 2006 at 11:12 pm

    Awesome job with the pics…You certainly have a good eye…Ansel Adams has some competition!


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