We made it over the GG Bridge just after rush hour. We meandered through downtown SF seeing all the homeless dopers living on the streets; just like in LA. We chose NOT to stop as it did not look all that safe, even with Scout who would probably refuse to bite them the way they smelled.
See the details of Day 8.
Getting ten pounds of ^%%#^ into a five-pound bag.
We had a nice dinner in Solvang at an Italian place next to our hotel.
We crashed, it was a long day! Mary decided to go to the hot tub. I stayed behind but I did hear the police when they came to arrest her.
I paid the bail and got her home around midnight.
