On Day 3 we had to pack up our gear and take down our tents and have the whole camp torn down by 7:30. I got up at 5:00, dressed and miraculously got everything back into my duffle bag. I turned in my bag, got a little breakfast and was on the trail when it opened at 6:45.
As I started back into the city, I turned back for one last glimpse of our hot pink tent city. It looked so cool there at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge in the light of daybreak.
Sunday’s walk was only 15 miles. Those 15 miles, though, wound around and around the streets of San Francisco itself – Chinatown, Little Italy, Haight Ashbury, etc. Some really neat areas.
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