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... where we saw a Bollinger Canyon Road sign. I thought of you, Karen, since that's your maiden name. Then, drove on to have drinks and dinner with Grant and Anita Rollin. Grant lived down the street from the Standens when Dick was growing up. Dick hasn't seen Grant in probably 10 years, Used the GPS who took us to a locked gate with no guard, so had to figure out on our own how to get into his gated community, Blackhawk. This is the first time ...
... The computer that creates the flight plan is down. He will come back and report in another 20 minutes.
He comes back and tells us if it makes us feel any better that all of United flights are down, the whole system. Well the passengers who need connecting flights really go crazy,...calling attendants, saying they need to get off the plane...I go to talk to Wendy (we weren't sitting together) and her seatmate gets his stuff ...
... It came with a plastic bib that said 'lets get cracking' and nut crackers. I wasn't expecting crab when I ordered it so that was a pleasant surprise. It was FANTASTIC. The sunset over the bay and the Golden Gate in the far distance was beautiful too.
We decided that 5 blocks uphill was too much to walk in the dark so got a cab right at the front of the pier and a $5 cab fare saw us back in our room by 9.15. All in all a fantastic day.
So leg 3 of the trip and I get my third straight torrential rain day. El Burro is a mudder. Good to break him in now....the Amazon will be rather moist as well I presume. But as I passed through Marin county the rain let up, and by the time I was on the Golden Gate Bridge there was nothing but a mere bank of fog (shocker...fog in SF???).
My first stop was to Half Moon Bay to meet up with one of my Poet football mentors, Keith Holden. Keith was ...
... and avocado burrito. After this we strolled back to the room to get our stuff for the day and headed back out onto the streets of San Francisco. We didn't really know where we were headed but followed the cable car lines and after quite a climb we ended up at the bottom of Lombard street (the crookedest street in the world) along with many camera wielding Japanese. After walking up Lombard street ...