The last leg of the trip into Sausalito required us to carry the bikes down a very steep flight of stairs, and then back up an equally steep flight before taking a long, winding downhill slope into the city. Dave went first and passed with flying colors, which isn't terribly surprising since he's fully ten feet tall. I struggled. The bike was tall for me, and heavy, and I couldn't lift and hold it high enough to navigate stairs. My hero Dave took care of it for me.
Rather than bike back up the steep 2-mile hill from Sausalito back across the Bridge, we opted to hop the ferry, which was in itself picturesque and a fun experience. (Other than having to navigate stairs with a bike again, I might add.)
We had definitely worked up our appetites (and it felt 2 hours later to us, of course), so we returned the bikes and headed to dinner at Scoma's, one of Dave's favorites...
I love drawing, telling stories, good friends, good food, traveling, animals, and discovering inspiration and adventure wherever I may be. I hike, run, Scuba dive, rock climb, snowboard... and take a lot of photos. Insatiable curiosity. Never miss an opportunity for fun. And I capture it all with my camera and my sketchbook, 'cause I'm a ninja like that.