San Fran Here We Come

I can't take credit for this picture. The bridge did most of the work.


It may not look like it, but for the record, in America
I'm considered rather tall for a girl.



This nice picture is deceptive. San Francisco smells like piles of pee pee.


HEY, watch where you put that. A little to the left, if you please.


That was nice. So what if you walk funny afterwards.





We went up and down several times on the outside elevator at the Westin Hotel.
It got a little embarrassing when we started seeing some of the
same people several times traveling to and from their rooms.


Dave's dream was to travel on a trolley, hanging on the outside.
Looks like the kind of fun a 35 year old should be having, don't you think?