As repentance for not blogging yesterday, here is my second blog of today.
Yesterday was full of adventures in San Francisco.
#1. We made our way to Fisherman’s Wharf, which is the tourist capital of San Francisco. Mostly, we took pictures of the sea lions that hang out at Pier 39. Shawn thinks they should get jobs because they are fat and lazy. They were pretty cool. We also drove down the famously curvaceous Lombard Street.
"I suggest you do what your parents did, and get a job, sir!"
It was like a video game about driving...if you went 5 mph in video games.
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley. (No, not really. It wasn't moving.)
Dr. Bear meets Sourdough Bear.
Adventure #2. We walked up what felt like 500,000 stairs to the Coit Tower. There were amazing views of the city. It seemed all day like each part of San Francisco that we stopped in was equally as interesting and attractive as every other part. Plus, another Day of Relative Fitness (DORF) allowed us to have burgers last night. Delicious burgers.
We thought it was just very tall. Turns out it was pretty tall, but up a million stairs.
Dr. Bear, using his powers of observation.
Vista! How picturesque!
The rolling hill.
Adventure #3. We ventured into Chinatown for lunch and walking. It was like Boston Chinatown, only friendlier and cleaner. But all the essential elements were kept intact, such as Asian culture, crazy people,
We have a friend named Big Al who founded this bookstore in the Roaring 20's.
See? It's Chinatown! You can tell by the writing in...Chinese? (Is that racist?)
Adventure #4. Our final adventure of the day was visiting the house from Full House. Wake up, San Francisco! Whooooo! Has ever a more terrible show made a deeper cultural footprint? Yes. Saved By the Bell. In any case, we went to Alamo Park to get a look at the houses from the opening credits, and then we went across town to find the actual house that the Tanners lived in for real for fake. Alamo park was a great place to watch other peoples’ dogs be cute. Shawn and I invented a dog blog wherein we talk about dogs we have seen from the perspective of an old man who doesn’t know anything about dogs. Pictures, hit it!
The Milkman. The Paperboy. And Even MTV. (That's what I named those houses.)
...somebody who needs you. (Even ursine doctors of physical education need friends.)
Plants in shoes??!?!?! This city is too zany! It's like Dharma and Greg, for crying out loud!
Dachsund! (I love cylindrical dogs!)
Hey, Tanner-inos. That's my Kimmy Gibbler impression.
Shawn attempts a feat of monkey-like strength and agility.
Stay classy, San Francisco. (I forgot to use that in San Diego.)