DAY TWENTY-ONE - San Francisco Day Threeee

We leave Motel Capri the next morning, but not before leaving our calling card.

We decide to walk to Folsom Street Fair to join hundreds of thousands of very friendly people.

It's $7 a pop.

The mission of the fair is to "create world-class volunteer driven leather events, providing the adult alternative lifestyle community safe venues for self-expression, emphasizing freedom, fun and frolic, while raising money to benefit San Francisco charities."

We walk about a block before the street opens up. This is the first thing we see.

Everyone is very open and quick to strike a pose.

An unorthodox line at an ATM.

...and outside.

More Obama propaganda.

We've decided to keep this blog PG, so rest assured, Boman was not giving this guy a piggy back ride.

Pat had to work, but he was there with us in spirit. Kurt feels uncomfortable and has to borrow my Blu Blockers.

I lost everyone for about ten minutes while taking portraits, but found them deep in thought at Mr. S Leather.

Mantz was the perfect person to hand the little camera to.

"No pain, no game" is a recurrent theme at the Fair.

A new approach to protesting the war.

Friends.

Shoulder-to-shoulder near a hot dog stand.

Everyone contemplates what just happened as we roll seven-deep in Christian's small auto to meet Nick's uncle on the Bay.

Greg takes us for a quality water tour of the city.

He's ridden the Bay for over forty years, and knows how to keep us off-balance.

It's fast and sunny. Nothing too crazy at first.

But then the clouds come in. The perfect cue for Greg to cut across the Bay and spice things up.

Going perpendicular to the waves gives the brisk water a chance to give us a handshake. Then a hug. Then a body slam!!! Chris looks away right before he gets another water blast.

After the fifteen-minute hell ride, everyone laughs hysterically.

Completely soaking wet from head-to-toe, we dock at Mill Valley and check our technology for water damage.

It's co-co-cold.

So Greg invites us to come over and throw our clothes in the dryer and experiment with his wardrobe.

As luck would have it Greg's wife Jill just cooked and fed an entire Church group Mexican food and has lots of left-overs. We embrace her hospitality like new-born baby birds. Delicious.

She also bakes us chocolate chip cookies as Greg hands us beer after beer.

Everyone goes into a food coma as Mantz poses with his cousin, Eliza.

After a full dry, we meet up with those crazy Dwarves in Haight-Ashbury.

We show them our photos from the day, and Josh gets dizzy.

My eyes can't handle any more sin, and the night comes to an end.