Honeymoon Day 2

We love B&Bs and wish we could afford to stay in them all the time. This morning we had breafast delivered to the room at 7:30. Not a terribly exciting breakfast, but it included fresh fruit and fresh-squeezed OJ and hot cocoa and several other things.
After breakfast, we headed down to the waterfront again. The first thing we saw when we stepped out of the B&B was a crowd of Chinese expats doing Tai Chi in the morning light of Washington Square. I would love to have that in my Saturday Morning schedule every week.
Reaching the waterfront, we sped through Fisherman's Wharf and got over to Fort Mason, which is an old military installation on the bay. From here we could see the Golden Gate Bridge, so I took about a hundred pictures of it as we walked West. We continued down the coast through Marina Green and Crissy Field and finally got to the Bridge, where there were many, many people. If I lived in San Francisco, I would personally do everything I could to avoid that area on the weekend, but there was an incredible number of people using the Bridge (and the coastal trail) as a running path. I'm sure I would love to have such a nice view on a run, but they seemed annoyed when we didn't move out of their way quickly enough, or when they had to slow down to accomodate us.
We walked to the first tower on the Bridge, then turned around and headed back.
We turned right instead of left and headed out towards Land's End via Baker Beach. The exact location of Land's End remains a mystery to us, but we got a number of beautiful views on this hike. At one point, a wave of fog rolled in to obscure our view, but it quickly passed on. We got to Seal Rocks, where we ate lunch at the Seal Rocks Inn. From there, we went down to the Cliff House, where there was once some sort of glass-domed tide-filled baths built in the late 19th century by a man with too much money. We opted not to go downhill since we had already hiked upwards of 5 miles, and instead skipped the baths and set out for the Golden Gate Park.
Golden Gate Park was super neat, all green and lush. It is also a 3-mile long, very eclectic mix of attractions. We saw the Dutch Windmill, where Alison says last time she came to SF there was a multitude of beautiful tulips. Just a few this time. From there we went over to the bison enclosure, where they have produced 100 bison calves in something like 110 years. Next we walked past the Polo Field, then on to Stow Lake. We were on a quest to find the Japanese Tea Garden, and located it shortly thereafter. After the $4 admission, we were swiftly disillusioned of the expected peace and solitude of this beautiful place. Turns out Saturday is a day when parents take their uncontrollables out to places where they think they can let them run around, so the Tea Garden was instead very loud and crowded. We enjoyed it as best we could, and shelled out an additional $7.50 for tea and cookies. When we live here I look forward to going here some weekday when nobody else is around and hanging out in the serenity.
After the Tea Garden it was getting on toward 4, so we decided to skip the 4-mile hike back to the B&B and board the bus. It was pretty empty when we got on, but swiftly filled to capacity when we went through Haight Ashbury, which has somehow gone from being a hippie enclave to being a trendy shopping place for the emo crowd. We successfully tranferred to another line to drive back through Chinatown and up to our B&B.
After showering we went downstairs to raid the social hour (wine, cheese, and crackers), then waited for Jenny to join us for dinner. We went to an Italian place in North Beach called Calzone's that was slightly scary, but had good food. they have a number of tables set up on the sidewalk, but all the chairs are on one side of the tables. I guess it's so they don't crowd, but I think they try to sit the "beautiful people" out there for free advertising.
After dinner we went to a pub called O'Reilly's where we had way too much to drink for us lightweights. Unfortunately there was no local brew on tap (they had Anchor Steam, but it's well-known and the tap was broken anyway), so I had to settle for some name brands. I made Jenny really mad at me, and she may never forgive me. After leaving the bar we escorted her back down to Market St. so she could catch the BART back to Berkeley. After that Alison and I basically passed out as soon as we got back to the hotel.