San Francisco: Wharf Morning and Uncle Alan's Dinner

Road trip north. Fred's day in San Francisco — Fisherman’s Wharf in the morning, dinner with family at night. (The greeter training itself is its own story.)

040808.2159 Personal — San Francisco

Left Rebecca’s early in the morning and headed over to Fisherman’s Wharf, for the Alcatraz tour, but it was sold out for the next week. So I cruised down the waterfront and stopped for breakfast at Red’s Java House — a sausage sandwich that wasn’t bad.

040809.1823 — Gualala, CA

Had a good clam-and-mussel linguine dinner with Uncle Alan, Aunt Carol, and cousin Stephanie; talked about my trip so far, politics and Burning Man (Steph is also going). And breakfast of “Uncle Alan’s Waffles” (another deviation from low-carb, though I did weigh myself this morning and I’m doing fine).