Friday came and I waited for what seemed like forever and was actually about six hours till I got the call from the freaky dude. He was heading over, after dropping off the wife and kidlings at the in-laws, and he was driving the rental they had acquired. I let him know the wifeykins was getting off a little earlier then normal and it was on.
I ended up packing the backpack, along with the lumbar butt pack, and the new MOLLE equipment bladder holder for the water and I was set. I filled the Nalgene flask with some Sailor Jerry’s rum and figured I was ready.
The wifeykins showed up just before freaky boy and he helped me carry the tyedyes and the rest of my stuff out to the car he had brought. We both hopped in and it was off to the races.
We made it through the hills and valleys of the central coast up to the house where the RV was at and we got ready to pull out. My stuff was transferred and we made our way to Wally world for some supplies. I needed a liter of coke for the rum, a pair of insoles as the ones I had were beginning to give up the ghost, and a phone card for my suck phone (not a registered company). After the required procurement of said stuffers and thingses we once again got on the road north to the town of Frisco.
The ride was semi uneventful. The road unfolded beneath us and we talked and smoked bowls and hung out. I had researched the RV parks around and within the SF area and had found one at Candlestick Park and a few outside the city. But how far outside we had no idea. He, the buddy of the freakiness, had called the candlestick one and being how it was in a high crime area and was more expensive we opted to go to a small park north of the city proper. It was in a small town called Greenbrae and the site said that the ferry to the city was a short distance away, about a ten minute walk.
We arrived after the normal check in hours and picked a spot right next to the exit. For easier escape in the morning hours. We had a delicious meal of steak and fresh spinach salad and some dehydrated split pea soup. As little freakiness was cooking it, he would cut sections out of the center and eat it, in a weird hunched hiding gesture, and then feign ignorance when I asked him how it tasted.
After the meal we decided to take the bus to the city and check out the crazy night life. And so began the odyssey to make it to the city and back again before the next day using the public transit system.
