Almost home Part 2

Its been twenty days and 6,000 sea miles traveled to find me sitting in the San Francisco airport awaiting my flight home to Denver. Its only 1:30 p.m. and I've already had a long, long day. Got up at 4 a.m. to seek a good vantage spot from which to watch us sail into San Fran under the Golden Gate bridge. Its awfully dark at sea on a night without a moon but we could see the lights of San Francisco illuminating the clouds from a long ways out. The Golden Gate was somewhat subdued at 6 a.m. when we finally went under its glorious span but the San Francisco skyline more than made up for it. New York's is larger but the S.F. skyline is equally unique and distinctive in its own right.

There were lots of other early risers to keep me company. Temp was 52 degrees which is quite the switch (and wake up call all of its own...) from the 100 degree temps we experienced a week ago. As the sun came up it was clear but by the time we docked at pier 39 (I think) the ubiquitous San Francisco fog was rolling in and the Golden Gate was fading into a cloudbank.

We're looking forward to getting home and seeing our two pups who were on their own vacation at Canine Canyon up on Lookout Mountain outside of Denver. Our niece Samantha is nice enough to be picking us up from Union Station in downtown Denver after taking the train from DIA and it sounds like the weather at home is perhaps nicer than what we have here in San Francisco. Here's hoping!

Here's the skyline of San Fran as seen from the bay at 6 a.m.:

 and one of the Golden Gate as we passed through:

and one of my favorite travel buddy as she enjoys the joy of sub-60 degree temps for the first time in weeks (it wasn't hard getting into the hot tub but it sure was rough getting out!):

Can't wait for our next trip to who knows where!