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.