It was a sad day leaving behind Yosemite, but we have arrived in San Francisco the city of hills and sourdough bread. Just before sunset we got on a catamaran and sailed off into the bay, past Alcatraz and under the Golden Gate Bridge. It was under this bridge that I got completely drenched by a huge wave. I will say it was still nowhere near as cold as when I was last in San Francisco. It was wonderful seeing the sun setting and the bridge in the same mental picture.
On this catamaran we got two drinks each and it got weird real quick from there for some people. I couldn’t believe how loud and obnoxious they got after just two drinks. This is coming from a complete lightweight who has never been drunk.