Home sweet home

Our home away from home for two nights was Crissy Field by the Golden
Gate Bridge. It was kind of hard to walk on and pull our gear on the grass there ... wonder what kind of grass it was!

The directions were clear as to where we had to go.

(Notice the port-o-potties behind the signs ... I had to learn how to flush all over again!)

Our tents were pink.
Beth was able to finagle a tent just for me ... and one just for her ... so I didn't have to worry about bothering her with my snoring. (I snore? Really?!) I am also eternally grateful to Beth and the boys for helping me pitch my tent!

I should have taken pictures of the food lines ... and the dinners we ate ... but I didn't. Here's the dining tent, though. Where are all the people?

I was going to take pictures of the 3-day village the second night we were there. Severe wind warnings had the crew disassemble most of the village so you will have to imagine the 3-day store, the massage tent, the mail tent, the medical tent, etc. The dining tent stayed as did our little tents and the memorial tent. The trucks were there as were the port-o-potties.