After licking our fingers and plates we headed we loaded back in the car. My goal was a holy pilgrimage to Moto Italiano. Moto Italiano is a Moto Guzzi dealership and these babies are rare. While in the area I had an obligation to go visit. Moto Guzzi owners are all family.

It was closed.

So back in the Element and continue up the continent's edge. Just outside of Half Moon Bay a sign alongside the road caught our attention, "The Moss Beach Distillery." Mmmm, a distillery, don't see many of those in the U.S. so we followed the arrows down to a building perched on the cliffs over the ocean. It turned out to be an old, haunted speakeasy left over from the Prohibition Period. We ran into another couple while there that said it still served some of the best food anywhere. Fortunately (or unfortunately) we were still filled with buttery breakfast and resisted the temptation.

So we headed on into San Francisco from a strange direction. This is always trouble. We got lost. Carmen asked us to do things we were not prepared to do. We got lost again, and again, and again. Finally I reached my goal. Munroe Motors. Sure Moto Italiano was closed but it plays second fiddle to the fame and legend that is Munroe Motors. It was here I first fell in love with Moto Guzzis.

We know of this tasty restaurant around the corner that features all kinds of savory and sweet wraps and where you can make your own lemonade...so we tried to eat our disappointment away.

We wound our way through the hills of San Francisco without managing to get lost once this time. Things are looking up.

Our next destination was Point Reyes National Seashore and to visit our friends Gus and Loretta who work there as Park Rangers. After making inquiries at the main facility and traveling seemingly endless miles we were finally able to track down Loretta at Drake's Beach.

We made arrangements to meet in the town of Inverness where they lived for for pizza later that evening and headed back out the way we came and rented a somewhat expensive (by our standards) motel room for the night.

Our room turned out to be quite large, have a kitchen and a wonderful view of Tomales Bay...and the fact that the bay is in reality the San Andreas Fault and was formed because of it didn't scare us in the least.

So back into the town of Inverness (yes, that is the entire town in the picture)...

For pizza and beers with Loretta and then back to the motel.