Apparently, not here this time of year. Or at least not for the last 24 hours. Before that, it hadn’t rained for at least two months. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Our flight out of Atlanta was uneventful, and finding the USO at the San Francisco airport was pretty simple, too. After picking up our bags, we made wound our way through the bowels of terminal 1, going through doors marked “security personnel only” and other phrases that had I not been prepared to see would have given us pause and kept us going in circles looking for the entrance. I get ragged on sometimes for my ultra preparedness, but wandering around SFO at what our body thought was 3 am, after a 4.5 hour flight with no sleep would not have been good!
The USO was welcoming and familiar, but also packed. Kiddo found room to lay out a super comfy futon pallet and I snagged what should have been a comfy recliner. After a few hours of tossing around and sliding down on the leather seat, I gave up and got me some coffee. In all, I may have gotten 5 hours of sleep but I was rested and ready to get on with the trip! Getting there is half the fun, right? A quick airport connection and one train stop later, we were standing in the pouring rain at a San Mateo BART station waiting for our ride to Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park.
Four hours and at least 1/2″ rain later we pulled into the park. Still raining.
The trip definitely got better from there!
The itinerary was a HUGE help in the first 24 hours and the last 48. Granted, we didn’t take advantage of many of the researched options for our day in San Francisco, but I did refer to it often and was comforted by having it. As it turned out, we ended up just being typical tourists on our Saturday in San Francisco. We started off on track with breakfast at the hostel and our visit to Alcatraz, but quickly derailed after that. Not in a bad way, but in a way that reinforced my thoughts that you definitely enjoy a place more if you attack it with some kind of plan. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoyed San Francisco and saw a lot of it. But at the end of the day, we were tired and beleaguered and felt like we had just gone through the motions. Much of this can be attributed to the fact that we were tired and a bit weary from the week!
The San Francisco Fisherman’s Wharf Hostel was awesome and perfectly located on Ft. Mason. Should I return, I will definitely stay there again. The adjacent park, and the easy access to public transport made it a really great budget-friendly stay!
And while Off the Grid was a fun experience, and we thoroughly enjoyed everything we sampled, I was disappointed at the lack of variety. Most trucks offered Asian-themed menus. There were a few SF seafood style trucks, and the yummy Creme Brulee desert truck, but otherwise it was definitely a Thai-Indian-Philippine-Chinese-Japanese-centric experience. All good – but I wanted more!