We walked way up the main drag in the am and got pretty good coffee at a place we had seen the night before with no sign. We figured that the drag was really where everyone came to eat. You have never seen so many restaurants in one area. Then we packed up and went to the airport.
All was pretty easy. The plane was pretty full and we agreed to check our carry on bags at the gate at the request of the airline, thinking it would be easier. Watched Project Runway on the plane . When we got to San Francisco, our plane to San Luis was cancelled. It was a very, very long wait at customer service where they did not put any extra agents on duty, only to be told that they would book us onto the next flight in the morning but would not pay for a hotel because the cancellation was "a control tower decision" and they were not responsible. There was some talk of possibly getting a van together, but they needed ten passengers. We banded together with Sheila ( from West Palm Beach) and Mike who had just moved to the area between Morro Bay and Atascadero from Denver. He was traveling on business and his company paid for the car rental and he went way out of his way to drive us to the airport in San Luis. We thought it was pretty funny that we had been talking about the people we saw on the boat to Ft. Jefferson talking to strangers for four hours and then found ourselves having to talk to strangers for four hours. Sheila was visiting her fiancee, a dentist in Paso Robles, whom she had met on Christian Singles. She had a huge piece of luggage, which weighed a ton, along with her carry ons and she was only staying for a long weekend. Mike had been a big wig in sales at Motorola, had a heart attack and retired, and had just recently gone back to work on a much smaller scale. He sold communication systems for police/fire department and emergency responders.
After the long and unexpected drive home, we arrived. The house was all in one piece and Hoover and Gen were fine.
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