Saturday - Here I am San Fran

He woke up on Saturday morning and it was raining. It was the first patch of rain he had and it happened to be on the day he was heading into San Francisco. He had a hard time making it through the small towns to get in to San Fran, but the locals were nice and helped him find his way. His triumphant entry across the Golden Gate Bridge was a bust. It was foggy and rainy, so his pictures didn’t turn out. You could hardly see the bridge. The sad part was that it was sunny by the afternoon. He said he was going to have another go at it on Monday. Hopefully it won’t be as grey.

The first thing he did when he got into town was head down to Fishermen’s Wharf. He bought a bowl of clam chowder. It was good. You can’t get much better than that. He checked into his hotel and then walked back down to Fishermen’s Wharf for chocolate and pizza. He said it was amazing pizza. He loved it! He went the house of blues that night. He paid a five dollar cover charge and got to listen to great music for a couple of hours. He said it was really loud, but the band was great. This was something he had never done before, and had a great time.