(And, no, it does not involve jumping off a cliff)
From there we walked through the Marina District which to me looked like Long Beach. We stopped at the famous fisherman's wharf for clam chowder and then made the trek back to the hotel. I say trek because, I kid you not, it was straight uphill. We dabbled with ideas of cable cars and uber and, being as stubborn as always, I declared we would walk. Let me tell you I took my picture at the top of that fucking hill, because, legit, it was not easy.