Kara with her comfy apartment, washing machine, and Midwestern charm convinced us to stay with her in Alameda, right outside of San Francisco, for an extra day than we had planned. Matt and I had both spent a lot of time in the bay area on previous trips, but decided to explore for a day anyways. Plus I was really due for some clam chowder in a bread bowl from Fisherman’s Wharf. We crossed the fog –covered Golden Gate Bridge (three times) into the little sailboat town of Sausalito. Sausalito was officially put on the top of our list of “Places We Would Love to Live, but Will Never Be Able to Afford.” We walk a good couple of miles in flip flops to visit the Exploratorium, a hands-on science museum, only to find that it closes in ten minutes. After Matt wiped the tears out of his eyes, we walked back to the car and headed back to Kara’s where she had an Indian (with a dot, not the feather) feast waiting for us.
Right away, Great Captain
“We should move to Sausalito. Living’s easy on a house boat, let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep. In the morning when the sun rise, look at the water see the blue sky, as if heaven has been laid there at our feet.” – Conor Oberst
He believes he can fly
The Golden Gate
I don't know. San Francisco.
(we're a bit delirious at this point, but we got quite the chuckle out this one.)
I fell in love with the wall at the restaurant.
Thanks, Kara.
(Yeah, it's parked on the lawn.)
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