the best two-day weekend is a four-day weekend

The truth is, Steve and I forgot we had an anniversary until after we bought the baseball tickets. And then it took us some time to do the math and realize it was a significant anniversary that deserved a significant celebration. And then real life showed up, and oh boy, did we deserve a little sumthin’ sumthin’. So we packed up the car and headed out on Thursday morning to San Francisco, to a Giants day game. The game was forgettable (as in, we’d really, really like to forget about that one), but the weather was perfect, the seats were awesome and the St. Louis Cardinal fans around us were delighted. IMG_5403

After the game, we walked back to our beautiful hotel, the Hotel Vitale and drowned our sorrows (not really, because there is no sorrow when it’s sunny in San Francisco) with a bottle of wine on the rooftop terrace. Chased that down with dinner at Hog Island Oysters in the Ferry Building, and the view from our room. Like this:IMG_5472IMG_5511IMG_5482IMG_5488IMG_5492

On Friday morning we wandered about, then drove over to Clarion Alley in the Mission, to see what had changed since our last visit 16 months ago. It was spectacular.IMG_5530 IMG_5539 IMG_5541 IMG_5555 IMG_5563

One more stop, at the Palace of Fine Arts, before we headed over a foggy Golden Gate Bridge to Point Reyes. This was my first visit, and I think I enjoyed watching people taking pictures of each other more than the monument itself, though that was certainly worth the stop. I may have to give it another try on a sunny day.IMG_5612

We arrived at our cottage in Inverness in time for pick up some salads and sandwiches for dinner, have some snacks on the deck, take a nap and an early evening hike. Yeah, all kinds of perfect. IMG_5645 IMG_5675 IMG_5684 IMG_5693

There’s more, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, because I have a kayak to catch. Yes, you heard me…a kayak!

PS. A little superhero action over on fifty|fifty vision today.





About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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