We left Reno at 10:30 am. It was "wash my hair day" so I was the reason for the late start. Our route took us on I-80 toward San Francisco, through Donner Pass. We started toward the Pass when traffic slowed to about two miles per hour. A big storm ahead. Big rigs lined the highway to chain up. If you didn’t have a four wheel drive you were suppose to chain up too. Wow! It looked like it was going to be one heck of a ride. We drove the two mph forever. There ended up being about a ½ inch of slush for about one mile of the entire way, the rest of the time it was just wet! What a bunch of wussies. No one would even slow down in Utah for that piddly storm. It took us over two hours to go about 20 miles.
The problem I had in the middle of this was my fear of an exploding bladder. The same phobia that Bob has in What About Bob. One small problem, it wasn’t my imagination. The situation begin blossoming into a DEFCON 1 emergency with no stops, bathrooms, or gas stations to be found. We finally found one station off the pass with a line to the potty a mile long. I couldn’t wait. I had to do something drastic. I resorted my own devices which wasn’t pretty but what do ya do? Let’s just say it involved an empty big gulp cup!
Map quest said our drive would be three and one half hours. We didn’t get to SF until 4:30 pm. Gosh, I thought we had taken a wrong turn or something. I couldn’t believe it when we came around a curve and there it was - the big red cabled Golden Gate Bridge. Fantastic! We walked out onto it, took some pictures then ran back to the car. It is cold and rainy and I am a boob about that sort of thing. Tomorrow is going to be the same so we will see how we do after two and one half hours on Alcatraz.
Next, on to our lodgings. Curt was pretty amazing at navigating our way to the Sheraton Fisherman’s Wharf Hotel that I had booked online, but as we got closer I started to worry about parking. I thought I had read that the hotel had parking but all the hotels we were passing had very limited space. Wouldn’t you know, they charged us $49 just to park, (jerks) we had to use the valet, so there was a tip and then another tip to the bellboy. Gosh, this is already the most expensive hotel we are staying in, so I am not very happy. Oh, another thing, no microwave, so no way to heat up our cooler food. I hate this place. Oh, while I am complaining, no free internet except in the lobby, a small room, (kinda cute though, decorated Pottery Barn style -small wonder) and I don’t know where my new car is! Can you believe it? Stupid city. (Kind of reminds me of Park City during Sundance) I don’t think I will be coming back here.
Curt just said that the car is underneath the hotel in some kind of underground parking. I hope there is not an earthquake because the hotel will fall down and smash my car and then I will REALLY be unhappy because I will have no way to leave.
The problem I had in the middle of this was my fear of an exploding bladder. The same phobia that Bob has in What About Bob. One small problem, it wasn’t my imagination. The situation begin blossoming into a DEFCON 1 emergency with no stops, bathrooms, or gas stations to be found. We finally found one station off the pass with a line to the potty a mile long. I couldn’t wait. I had to do something drastic. I resorted my own devices which wasn’t pretty but what do ya do? Let’s just say it involved an empty big gulp cup!
Map quest said our drive would be three and one half hours. We didn’t get to SF until 4:30 pm. Gosh, I thought we had taken a wrong turn or something. I couldn’t believe it when we came around a curve and there it was - the big red cabled Golden Gate Bridge. Fantastic! We walked out onto it, took some pictures then ran back to the car. It is cold and rainy and I am a boob about that sort of thing. Tomorrow is going to be the same so we will see how we do after two and one half hours on Alcatraz.
Next, on to our lodgings. Curt was pretty amazing at navigating our way to the Sheraton Fisherman’s Wharf Hotel that I had booked online, but as we got closer I started to worry about parking. I thought I had read that the hotel had parking but all the hotels we were passing had very limited space. Wouldn’t you know, they charged us $49 just to park, (jerks) we had to use the valet, so there was a tip and then another tip to the bellboy. Gosh, this is already the most expensive hotel we are staying in, so I am not very happy. Oh, another thing, no microwave, so no way to heat up our cooler food. I hate this place. Oh, while I am complaining, no free internet except in the lobby, a small room, (kinda cute though, decorated Pottery Barn style -small wonder) and I don’t know where my new car is! Can you believe it? Stupid city. (Kind of reminds me of Park City during Sundance) I don’t think I will be coming back here.
Curt just said that the car is underneath the hotel in some kind of underground parking. I hope there is not an earthquake because the hotel will fall down and smash my car and then I will REALLY be unhappy because I will have no way to leave.
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oh holly! i miss you so much. you make me laugh so much. i'm glad that you have your blog posted on facebook. it's fun to read. our blog is mkbradshaw.blogspot.com. oh and p.s. this is kim (belcher) bradshaw
I think peeing in a cup is bad, but I would resort to it if my bladder was on the verge of explosion, but then I might get stage fright and not be able to go!!! Oh that would be frustrating!!!
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