SF Day 1: Glad We Packed the Jackets!

Doesn’t it always happen? We get everyone out of the bed at the crack of dawn to make our 9 am flight, drive across town to the off-site parking, and once we get into a spot, the sky opens up and Noah’s flood commences. Poor DH got soaked loading all the suitcases onto the shuttle bus. He’d mostly dried off by the end of the flight to Atlanta. We grabbed some grub in the airport, then boarded the flight to San Francisco.

This is one friggin’ big country. The flight was about seven hours long, but since we gain three hours flying west, we touched down in the early afternoon. Yay! We have to put on jackets because it’s cold–quite the change from the steam bath we call home. After dropping off the bags at our inn, we spent the rest of the afternoon exploring Golden Gate Park. Interesting place. We don’t have many teenage anarchists and all their emo buddies camping out ’round these parts. Would a true anarchist have emo buddies? I’m just sayin’.