Robert and I hugged Cosmo the Dog and told him goodbye. He was going to the doggie spa at the Pleasant View Kennel. Robert's sister drove us to the airport in Memphis in a snappy rental car; her own car was in the shop. Memphis airport is almost deserted.
The first leg of our cross-country journey to San Francisco was an uncomfortable flight in a smallish plane into the Houston traffic jam that they call the airport. We ate lunch inside the airport. Berry was served a bowl of unintentionally cool potato soup and Robert ate his way through too many onion rings. It is so much easier and healthier to cook and eat at home.
We then left on the second leg of today's long journey, a three hour flight which crossed the enormous Grand Canyon, soared over the Rocky Mountains, then landed in San Francisco around 5:15 pm. It had to happen; Robert's duffel bag was not on the luggage carousel with Berry's. He waited in line behind an Australian with a broken suitcase handle and finally was told that the duffel bag would arrive from Houston on a later flight. We decided to wait at the airport.
After getting the bag and fetching a rental car, we chose to stay the night in San Francisco. We found a room at the Inn at Oyster Bay on the southern San Francisco Bay. We ate Halibut and Red Snapper for dinner and retired to our room to write our blog post.
Robert and Berry
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