In Reno!

Where to start where to start....
I've been up since 2:40am this morning, and took a 6  hour plane ride into san francisco. Then we went to the Golden Gate Bridge, kind of a been there done that moment for me, but was still nice to walk around and stretch the dogs. In order to see a different style of the San Fran area we headed to Muir Beach, where I managed to flip down a cliff and land in a pricker bush. Totally fine, minus being covered in mud nd a black and blue elbow. Mind you this was all Diane's fault. She thought the goat path like trail down the side of the hill was a short cut, so instead of staying on the gravel flat wide easily-to-travel road we headed down the edge of a cliff. About thirty feet down I announced that it was probably a bad idea and we should turn back, but no Diane just mumbled keep going. Well that worked until I hit a slick patch mud followed by a 4 foot drop off into a thorn bush patch. I would like to note, both my cell phone and ipod remained intact and clean as I tumbled down finally landing in a bloody muddy pile. That's right people I got skills.
After that we headed up to Reno...roads were said to be snow covered and only vehicles with chains allowed through. Hahaha, nope. Snow yes, but no where near the roads. It was sunny and pretty all the way through the mountains. Only bad thing was as we approached the Donner Party like "area" I started having flash backs of a nightmare from when I was like 11. We were on our way to tryouts with Demon, it was the dead of night and for some reason Diane decided to introduce me to the cannibalism. After that discussing I had the oddest dream of college students and this one with a yorkie that ran into the jungle. Where these birds, that looked almost like tucans only huge and blood covered, picked up hikers and took them to a cave. Fat people went to the left, skinny ones to the right. Skinny people got sent back into the jungle, and I assume the others were made into meals. Although I can't really be certain because the dream shifted to a cottage with a clown in the closet, who was then beat up because the one guy got attacked by the birds. Thankfully he was released and so was his yorkie. Random yes, but some how slightly almost kind of connected in a way? Wasn't really that scary of a dream, just confusing.

Clearly I am way to tired to be online posting things, so bed. I would like too add that Diane is a good parent, just not her finest moments above. Although there has to be comical relief during these long trecks to shows somewhere right? haha.