Sunday 7 Oct. The airshow was happening in San Francisco, as was the Hardly Strictyl Bluegrass Festival. An early start: we drove to Palo Alto airfield, prepared the plane, left the VW, and flew north over the Bay Area towards the Niner Diner at the top of the Bay.
The experience was truly a musical pilgrimage, as we flew over San Quentin Prison, I imagined which building it was that Johnny Cash played. 
Bacon & Eggs for breakfast with black coffee. Barbara tried the cheese burrito, which I finished off. Here are the remnants: 
The Last Day
