Friday night was pretty busy. After meeting Wil in Santa Cruz late Friday afternoon, we headed up Hwy 1, the long way to San Francisco. Lots to catch up on and a great drive up the coast got us to Garys place around 8. I was taken back by the fact that Gary wasn’t recovering as quick as I had thought in my mind. I had only talked to him on the phone and he sounded better every time. Now, he said it was like he was always on Mt. Everest….always starving for Oxygen. He has his bottle close by and wears his hose. It calms him down and that helps with recovery. We went out through the busy Friday nite city to eat, packed with people everywhere and cars everywhere. We ate Chinese and then Wil just drove us around. Later we ended up in the middle of downtown at some donut shop drinking coffee, eating donuts, and just watching all the people, some homeless, all going somewhere. Saturday we did lots more driving around and eating out. We pretty much saw it all from a tourists view. Gary has a real nice place at his son Pauls house. It looks out to a deck and a big back yard of trees. If you go all the way up to the rooftop, you can see the city at night, a grand view! After an action packed couple of days, Wil and I said our goodbyes and headed back down Hwy 1 around sunset, Saturday night. We both felt we needed to stop somewhere and just yell and feel our own mortality. Make sure we could still run down a sandy beach, hop over big rocks and climb up some high hills, and we did. It’s a reality check folks, you better go visit Gary, and tell him we need him around awhile longer!