Mirah was getting hungry and we needed to go the the store to get some baby food. It was weird to pass the huge two isles of liquor and wine there. I went in by myself and Karl and Mirah hung out in the car. While waiting for me, Karl found where he wanted to eat. Baja Fresh. We tried to eat there once before in Utah, but when we got to the address the place was closed. Funny story the same thing happened when we went to the first stop in San Francisco. We were persistant and went to another location and there it was. It was really good. Mango Salsa, YUM! I also had a delicious shrimp burrito bursting with shrimp.
We had a couple of hours before we could get into our hotel and Mirah needed a nap. So we decided to take a longish drive to Oakland to see the temple and take in the view.
The view was a little obscured by the haze:
Our first view of Alcatraz!
We got into our hotel and Mirah passed out. So did I. We were tired from the trip, and it was at this point we started to realize that Mirah’s voice was sounding horse.
By the time she woke up from her nap she was clingy and crabby and we decided to stay in. The weather had turned rainy and we didn’t was to push it. We ordered in Indian food for dinner and watched movies on HBO. It was nice.
The next morning Mirah was doing a little better, although now Karl wasn’t feeling too well. We were going to try to make it to church, but thought it would be rude to bring a sick baby to a ward of strangers. We spent the morning resting. We were getting a little stir crazy and finally headed out around noon.
Our Motel. The Alpine Inn. Very quaint little place in Daly City. Overlooking the Ocean and Cow Palace, the home of the NHL SF Bulls.
Each day we drove through the neighborhood.
It was really cool. It felt like we had left the country.
We headed over to Marin County. Passing though Judah 🙂
Driving through Golden Gate park. Then over the Golden Gate Bridge.
Karl, Driving us.
Into Marin County, to Tamalpais county…
Into the Muir Woods!
The Muir woods were quiet and dark and almost magical. Famous for the Red Wood trees.
We paid the $6 (yikes) toll to get back over the bridge, and then went over to 19th street and got some Pho with Imperial Rolls for Dunch. (Dinner/Lunch)
Next we drove up and down Lumbard Street. Mirah was LOOSING it at this point, so I didn’t have a chance to take a picture. A street so steep, that that had to make it windy to get down.
This is a pic of me a few days later at fisherman’s warf with a pic of the road on a placemat.
Overlooking city Hall.
And Full House, house!
My 9 year old self was giving me a million high fives! We headed back to the full house house.
We had leftovers for supper and went to be early. A little sick, and beat from the day.