So its time to fly home. The trip didn't turn out at all as scheduled. That couple hours we lost on the flight in really messed up our drive plan.
Wednesday night we stayed in garberville near humboldt. Holy pot heads Batman! The place was wall to wall stoned backpacking hippies. Yikes.
Thursday morning after spending an hour trying to get the smell of puke out of the car, we headed out to the avenue of the giants. Alaina got a cold so we stopped a lot for her. Being so behind schedule we decided no one could handle any more twisty turning roads so we headed south back to san fran. We got in late and found a hotel by the airport and crashed. Now Jen had caught alainas cold and was also sick.
Here's Jen saying I think I can climb this tree.

Daddy, I think mommy's dead....

Changing diapers in the back seat of the mustang was fun.

Friday I let Jen sleep in. She was feeling pretty miserable. By about 2 she couldn't handle being cooped up anymore so she dragged herself up and we went down to pier 39.
Alaina was loving chasing all the pigeons around. We drove up I think Taylor st after leaving the pier. Had to try a crazy san Francisco hill. Left the pier about 530 and got stuck by a freak show on bikes for a good 20 - 30 minutes.
I'm guessing this is a haloween tradition? I expected to see Craig in his mankini in the parade but couldn't see him.



All in all we had a nice trip but things just didn't go as planned which was stressful. Next time we leave alaina home with grandma when we come out.
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