In San Francisco we stayed with my family at their house in the city by the bay. We came in on Highway 101/1 and crossed into the city on the Golden Gate Bridge.

Our family had gone to the Giants game, so Keith and I walked down the street, the steep streets! and found dinner outside on the patio of a lovely French restaurant. We hauled ourselves up the hill afterwards – we had been hungry and eaten a full meal, had a more difficult time going up. Great food!

Our nimble van is so small it actually fit in their driveway!

It was a quick visit, and soon after a wonderful homemade breakfast of pancakes and bacon, we headed for Santa Cruz. We were coming to final week of our trip…