Sunday, August 17, 2014

Parting Ways

First thing Saturday morning, we got up and packed our bags again.  This time, there was an added twist.  Most of Donna's stuff went to the UPS Pack & Ship next door.  We then checked out, and stowed the rest of our stuff with the bell captain.  We headed out with the bikes stripped, but not in a fun way like in Vegas and LA.  This time, only one bike would be coming back to the hotel.

We made our way to Dudley Perkins H-D (oldest continuously-operating dealership in the world) and tendered Apollo to the shipper, who would take him home.  Donna was then a passenger for a few last hours of sightseeing, before catching the shuttle to SFO for the red-eye to Philly.

We made the best of those hours, riding up and down some wicked-steep hills together to see the sights and get some good vantage points, returning to Fisherman's Wharf to see the sea lions and have a snack at Boudin.  Then, just like that, it was over.

We retrieved our stuff from the front desk, and with a tear in my eye I strapped everything down and kissed my soul mate goodbye.  I headed north alone and sad.

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