The Golden Gate Bridge. We must be here! Beatrice (my beloved Ford Escort) loves San Francisco's mountains-in-the-city topography.
We stay with more of Dave's friends from college. They take us to Golden Gate Park the next day for a fabulous picnic.
Proscuitto-wrapped shrimp will forevermore be a picnic essential. Yummers!
After 11 days in the car it's time for a creative outlet. Dave takes an artsy picture entitled "Picnic Pastiche"...
...also known as "A Picture of My Hand".
Heather attempts to put the barbeque flames out and uses a whole box of sani-wipes to clean, well, everything!
The locals show us a few tourist classics. Here we are outside of Alcatraz.
Cross-country in ten days. Next time I plan to make the trip in a covered wagon with a team of oxen. I think that would help me form the quintessential bond with my American roots, don't you? Anyone care to join me?