There’s always something to look at – colors of the Bay, birds, abandoned equipment of one kind or another. And given that it was a Friday, not too many people.
After they journey a bit south to have lunch at the Dog Haus, which they’d discovered a year of so ago. It just may the best hot dogs and sausages in the world – or would at least give the brats of the Midwest a good run for the money.
Of course, the Mag had to poise next to a Year of the Dog poster…