We're back from approximately five hours of milling about in crowds. There was a moment, while we were seated at the bar of the Western Saloon in Point Reyes Station, when we realized Charles and Camilla would be visiting that very saloon, presumably to meet a fat little, carrot-eating pug named Fred! Oh, we had the catbird seat, we thought.
Until a special agent rousted us out (and she was packing heat, so we obeyed).
From behind barricades out on the street, however, I was able to get a fairly good picture of the Prince of Wales as he emerged. (I learned he had two sips of a local ale inside. No word on what the Duchess of Cornwall ordered.)
I'm tired, so I'll fill in all the details tomorrow.
Well, I'll just add that everyone said he was charming. Imagine that. Prince charming.