We spent the morning driving back across the central valley (the largest "We need more water" sign was by the cotton farm. Cotton. Seriously. Grow lavender or something, people).
...and back to San Francisco.
We went to the waterfront to look at some ships, although it was a bit too late in the day and too close to closing time to actually go on any of them.
Then back to Chinatown, where we found a restaurant that did not cater primarily to white tourists. Mmm.
Again, it was quite the trip. I still miss my mule!
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