Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Hangin' at Fisherman's Wharf

(3:43 pm PDT)

Well, we made it, but slightly later than we expected. Our plane from Cincinnati was delayed for two+ hours due to excessive fog in Raleigh/Durham. But still, we soldiered on . . .

Once we made it to San Francisco International--four hours or so in the air--we collected the rest of our bags and decided to take the BART to the Embarcadero, which curves along the bay, forming the eastern boundary of the peninsula and the edge of the Fisherman's Wharf area.

Once there we realized that it was a fair hike on foot to our hotel on the northern tip of Fisherman's Wharf, so we grabbed a taxi and soon arrived. Driving along the edge of the bay was nice. I got to see the many rows of old loading piers that are now converted or soon will be converted into restaurants and shops.

We are in our room now . . . it's mid-afternoon and a pleasant, bright 65 degrees. Tegan is probably already asleep, having worked herself to death for the past three weeks in the vain hope of feeling a sense of achievement with her project before leaving.

We've spoken to the girls at home and they seem to be doing fine without us, as I knew would be the case. The fact that Nana and Poppa's van can play Mary Poppins has apparently soothed some of their fears--as I knew it would.

We'll rest here for a bit and probably grab an early dinner at some place close.

Coming up at WWYG?! . . . four days in San Francisco!

What will happen next?

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