This morning we set off for San Francisco.
The drive out of Groveland quickly became a twisting mountain descent. It involved some of the steepest and tightest turns we has seen so far, which was fun, until we passed a long line of emergency services vehicles, and a truck with a winch; someone had clearly fallen off the edge. I drove more carefully after that.
When we arrived in San Fransisco we check in at our youth hostel, and then walked to fisherman's wharf, where I had a look at a WWII submarine�USS Pampanito.
Back at the youth hostel, we help in the preperation of the free dinner, in exchange for some beer, some fireball whiskey, and much wine. It was interesting cooking for so many people. The chef estimated that we were cooking for between 80 and 100 people.
After our free meal, we played hearts. I accidently cheated twice (I blame the wine), but Chris managed to shoot the moon.