We thinks she's pretty cute.
Her cute little feet.
Her cute little feet.

Then we drove to San Francisco where we stayed for 3 days. We drove up the coast, rather than the fast way. Bad idea for a car sick preggo. I got sick. Shocker. So we found our way back to the main freeway and took that the rest of the way.
We only got a few hours of good weather in San Francisco. This was spent in China Town. We were kinda hijacked by a guy named, Jackie Chan Number Two. He made us follow him around and told us bizzare stories. It was pretty sweet. Then we got sick of him and ditched him at a store.
We drove to the bay bridge in crazy, hard rain. We got out just long enough to get a picture, and ran back to the car. Another car load of people applauded our speed.
We went to the park and to the seven sisters which is supposed to be the street the Full House house is on. I can't guarantee that we saw it, but it's a possibility. We also got to look at Alcatraz from afar, since we couldn't go take the tour...crappy rain.
We drove home over Donner's Pass past Lake Tahoe. I-80 was closed and we had to wait a few hours. We also had to purchase snow chains. Now, we are awesome at putting them on and taking them off though. We were even offered money for our services (I didn't feel good about taking it though). While I used the restroom on the east of Lake Tahoe. The others managed to sell our chains and even made a tiny profit. We stopped in Reno to eat a whole bunch of food. Adam ate his weight in crab and prime rib at a buffet. Then we drove on. I had the misfortune of vomiting in the rain standing barefoot in mud. That was a real low point for me. The drive was about 21 hours long. We got home at 7 am. That last bit was really crappy but it was worth it to get to sleep in our own beds. Home sweet home. It was a cold, wet, driving packed trip. Frankly, it was kind of a disappointment. But luckily we were there with good sports and we managed to have a really good time in the record breaking, flood causing torrential rain that was our Spring Break.
I've heard some people can't live without their gliders, yet some people hate them.