San Francisco to meet the cousin

My cousin Katrina, who happens to fly for Qantas, emailed and said she'd be in San Francisco for a few days and would I like to join her. Always the opportunist, I switched a few items and booked a flight. Not only would I get to see her (we grew up one street apart and were very close, although she says I tortured her) but I could take some extra time and some camping gear and head off to see a couple of the California's National Parks, at a time when very few people would be around.

So after the exciting trip home from Florida, I learned, thankfully, that due to the snow in the South various flights had been delayed or cancelled. My mother had been kind enough to call them and Delta put me on a direct flight rather than through the snow-bound Cincinnati, and better yet, it was an hour and a half later - 8am is always better than 6.30am.

Arriving in SFO about an hour after my cousin Katrina meant she would already be at the hotel and I could go straight there, throw down my bags and have a quick nap. Of course, that didn't exactly happen. Due in no small part to the fact that I hadn't seen her in about 5 years, we decided to go out and find some lunch and wander the hills for a while. I think we got back to the hotel with sore feet about 5 hours later but it had been a wonderful warm day in comparison with what I had left behind in Atlanta.

The next day we would venture further a field to collect a rental car and head to Carmel.