Today, Saturday, we had to leave Mount Hermon, boo hoo. We said good bye to all of our friends, gave dad, grandma, papa, and ally a big hug and headed for San Francisco. We drove down Lombard St, the crookedest street in the world. We walked along Fisherman's Wharf and had chowder bowls. We saw a guy holding really still and all painted in silver. He looked like he was a statue. There was also a guy sitting on the sidewalk and hiding behind 2 branches. He kept jumping out and scaring people as they walked by. He scared Blake both times we walked past him. We walked to Pier 39 and saw a bunch of endangered seals. We saw Alcatraz in the distance and drove across the Golden Gate Bridge. We tried to drive along the coast, but Blake & I kept getting car sick. We finally made it to Fort Bragg and we are looking forward to going on the Skunk Train tomorrow.
Check back in tomorrow. Good night.
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