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...
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...
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