Pantoll Campground, Mt Tamalpais, California
Took Volks in to be serviced. Then I walked around the city. Went down to Fisherman's Wharf. S.F. must be the cleanest city on earth. There's absolutely no litter, None. At all. You see no garbage cans. The slums of S.F. would be middle-class homes in N.Y.C.
They have a nice downtown section too. Their mass transit system is wonderful. You can get anywhere in the city and in a short time too. They have regular busses, electric busses, and the trolley cars. There are only two trolley lines left. They're mainly for the tourists who cause all sorts of trouble. I watched but didn't go on.
Then I went through the square. It's a big complex of buildings with all sorts of shops in them. It's a tourist trap. I wandered all through them.
I ordered a poster size picture of me to be sent to Mary. She'll either kill me or love me depending upon whether she intends to take me back or not. That constantly worries me now. I wish she had taken an extra day and written me more fully.
All this while I've been eating a loaf of sour dough bread I bought at the Wharf. Then I went back to the Volks. No go. They had stripped the spark plug. They were going to have to replace the cylinder head. Gave them the okay, then hitched back to camp. Was easy. I was tired out and my feet were blistered. Was very down. Ate supper and went to bed.
