If You’re Going to San Francisco…
…be sure to wear a sidearm. We rolled in to San Francisco and found our way to the RV park that was highly recommended by our directories. I think the authors of the rating recommended it highly because they WERE HIGH.
Our RV park might as well have been part of the Alcatraz tour because ,and I kid you not, it was in a very run down area where I would not want to stop to ask for directions, have a flat, run out of gas, or even win the lottery! Alcatraz doesn’t have as much razor wire on their fences as this place had. Seriously, there was razor wire! “Did this used to be an impound lot?”, I wondered.
None the less, we set up and unhitched. We drove around SF for a while and took some of the narrow and steep streets just to see them in person.
We made our way to the Golden Gate Bridge and drove to the park on the other side taking plenty of pictures along the way. Afterwards, we went to Fishermans wharf and had dinner at “The Crab House”. Very good stuff.
Overall it was a nice experrience in spite of the fact that we seemed to be in a rough area. The next morning we hitched up and were back on the road again…headed for the Jelly Belly Jelly Bean factory in Fairfield.
Thought for the day:
I hope I don’t leave my heart in San Francisco -or my wallet.
