We made the trek to the Golden Gate Bridge.
There was quite a bit of fog rolling in off the bay, so we couldn’t see the top of the two towers, but we still had a great time. The picture below gives me proof positive I walked on the bridge. And not just the first couple of feet to say I did. Judith and Peggy marched me out far enough I was past the first of the enormous cables. Despite what my husband will tell you, I didn’t PhotoShop the picture. If I was going to go to that much effort, I would have cut the size of my behind. 
Judith and Peggy below the bridge. See how thick the fog was? I tried to take pictures of Alcatraz. We really had a marvelous view of it, but the fog made it too thick for the pictures to come out well.
Someone forgot to tell Judith and Peggy that I should never navigate. I did a great job getting us there. Unfortunately, I wasn’t so clever getting us to Fisherman’s Wharf. We ended up on the east side of town and had to backtrack. Peggy and Judith were very gracious, and we actually ended up having a nice conversation with a young artist from San Francisco. We (finally) made it to the wharf and had a great lunch. Bay shrimp sandwiches on sourdough bread.
I was absolutely blown away by the food stands. We ate at Nick’s Lighthouse — inside the actual restaurant — but there were several of his food stands lining the sidewalk. I’ve never seen so much crab in my whole life.
The conference actually begins today with the literacy signing tonight. I’m really looking forward to seeing all these women whom I so admire.
Oh… the name of the bistro we went to last night was Annabelle’s.
