hangin' with Daddy in the hotel room
If you look closely, it says no throwing missiles off the Golden Gate Bridge...if you can carry a missile in your pocket, you probably shouldn't even be on the bridge!
It was VERY windy walking over the bridge, so I put my hood on Emmett...of course, that's when he started crying because it blocked his view! He hadn't cared that it was freezing!
At the base of the bridge is this park with an old fort, called Fort Point...the name of our street...the name of the park is Presidio, the name of our neighborhood! coincedence?!
and we ate at some old diner right in the city...
yummy! should have just ditched dinner and gone straight to dessert
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