OOOOoooooooooommmmmmmmmMMMMMM

It is always difficult leaving. Eva does not appreciate the transition from here to there. It is even worse when we leave something fabulous such as Stinson. Kara and Andrew helped us get in to the car, Eva in tears, crying about the way she was put in to her car seat. This loud cry of protest turned in to a low moan by the time we left the township limits. This constant humm, wailish moan continued with every twist in the turn of curvy Rt. 1, Pacific Highway. Eli sat silently in his seat studying his California Bird laminated chart all the while this droaning as a background music. By the time we were ready to turn left at Muir Beach to head towards Muir Woods, Eva added to her chant, "I caaan't stopppp whhhhinnnningggggg."