Well, Francis and I didn't get to go camping this weekend because someone was too exhausted from surfing all day on Friday...
Friday night we hiked up Cowles Mountain at sunset with some friends.
If I might allow myself a bit of self flattery: I did make some pretty amazing french toast for breakfast Saturday morning. It put Francis and I into bread/syrup comas for a few hours. (Worth it). Post coma we hitched up the bikes for a gorgeous afternoon ride around Little Italy (stopping for coffee at In Flux in the new Jonathan Segal building) and then proceeded around the harbor towards Pt. Loma.
Friday night we hiked up Cowles Mountain at sunset with some friends.
F and I
Cowles really isn't complete until you crack open two bottles of wine and some trail mix at the top.
If I might allow myself a bit of self flattery: I did make some pretty amazing french toast for breakfast Saturday morning. It put Francis and I into bread/syrup comas for a few hours. (Worth it). Post coma we hitched up the bikes for a gorgeous afternoon ride around Little Italy (stopping for coffee at In Flux in the new Jonathan Segal building) and then proceeded around the harbor towards Pt. Loma.
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