


A bit further toward the coast is the Pelican Inn, a 17th century British pub moved and rebuilt on the edge of Muir Woods. Good cider by the half mug, a ploughman's lunch of cheese, bread, chutney and greens for John and real fish and chips for Ben. Bangers and mash for Ruth. Thence to a the beach for a quick look around. Because it was still cold and cloudy, we decided to continue on the road over the mountains through gorgeous redwood forests stoping in Larkspur for Ben's cappuccino at Emporio Rulli. It was one of the best he's had so far this trip.
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Not John's meat loaf, and not bad! |

What made the evening was spending time with John's godson, John, the son of his college room-mate. Great fun to see him.
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