vacation post-mortem

bonacorsi picked me up at work, I changed out of the suit, and we headed over to the Golden Gate Bridge. It was windy and cold. And loud with all the cars whooshing by. But hey, we walked across and back. Made it to the Pelican Inn with no problems.

Except that they didn't have a record of our reservation, and they were full.
I don't know what happened. But they called up to the Mountain Home Inn up on the ridge owned by the same people - they had a cancellation, so we got a room there at the same rate. What the hey. It wasn't the same experience, but still pretty nice (and our rate was definitely cheaper than the standard). The breakfast wasn't as nice, but that's relatively minor.

Since we were already up on the ridge, we decided to hike along the "Panoramic Trail" down to the Tourist Club, a private club that opens its beer garden to passers-by. The fog meant that the panoramic view was entirely grey. Unfortunately we took a wrong trail turn and hiked much farther than we anticipated... and it turns out that the Tourist Club is only open on weekends. By the time we got back to the car we were both feeling the walk.

But we stopped by A16 for a late lunch (pig ear terrine and pizzas) and that was a lovely way to end the trip. Galen obviously missed us - he sat on my lap as we watched Robot Chicken Star Wars, and then jumped up on the bed around 9. He stayed between my knees until I got up at 4:30, and he moved to the wife's knees to make sure she wasn't going anywhere.