So we made it back from San Francisco safe and sound. We got to see the bush man that hangs out around Fisherman's Wharf, however, he doesn't seem to be the same one we saw over a year ago. This one isn't old and grizzled, and he didn't seem interested in money in the least. He just seemed to want to scare people with his bound-up shrubbery. Perhaps the real bush man is on vacation. Oh, well.