Saints, Gates & Mates

San Francisco!
What a change from our routine this was.

The 3 nights preceding San Francisco were very social, where we met 4 seperate groups of cyclists that had all previously met each other before. The first group told us about the second, and that we would probably catch up to them the next day, which we did, and that night we were 8 people sitting around the dinner table! Compared to what had always been the two of us eating dollar insta-pasta.
We had a feast of pasta, wine, bread, nutella, tillamook cheese we had gotten at the tillamook cheese factory in oregon... it was lovely.

The night before San Francisco, even though we were close to urban areas (15km out of Fairfax), we were woken up at 2am by wild pigs loudly going through the campsite (they sounded vicious, we huddled quietly, trying not to move). Then the racoons came (I felt like we were in The Mummy), and when they started trying to open the food box (which was a bit shoddy), Mad and Jeff both went out there to shoo them away.

That morning we rode into SF, over the Golden Gate of course, in some serious headwinds I might add, and then stayed downtown SF, which has now been for 2 nights. Got some delicious ethiopian food on the first night, and last night we had to have pumpkin pie, as cycling through pumpkin patches and missing Canadian thanksgiving had set off the obsession with eating pumpkin pie.

This morning we leave the city again and go back to our camping routine for a few days, but the urban centers are now closer together, so it won't be long before Santa Barbara and L.A.!