The pillows, however, *were* very good. Just squishy enough. I'm tempted to steal them, but I won't. *g*
We crossed California, Nevada, and most of Utah yesteday without much incident. Species noted include coos, coos, more coos, a few horses, a lot of crows, a redtail hawk, a medium-sized falcon I didn't get a good look at, and an antelope or maybe a mule deer and several oppossumlike creatures (roadkill).
San Francisco was both fascinating and pretty. I think I have a crush on it. The Marin headlands were especially nice, and I got to walk down Macomber Lane and visit Grace Cathedral with retrobabble and stillnotbored and our intrepid native guide, Jesse, so my lit geek side was satisfied.
Russian Hill's little byways are the hanging gardens of Babylon. Just gorgeous. Public staircases are da bomb.
Also, I have ridden in a car down Haight Street, so I feel that I've adequately connected with my dad's experience. I imagine there were fewer Ben & Jerry's in his day, but the Free Clinic is still there. And the Palace of Fine Arts is amazingly beautiful. I kept having to check if it was a matte painting.
In any case, I'm not in love with San Francisco. But I do have a real serious crush on it.
And--off we go.
Laramie or Bust!