We had a long drive ahead of us, so we got up relatively early
and got a bite at Caffe Trieste. Delicious coffee, big pastries,
photos of the storied history of the cafe on the walls.
Chinese people were doing tai chi in the park and the sun was
coming out and...
Tell me again why we're leaving San Fran?
||So be it. We picked up our rental car and found our way
through town, swinging by for a close up of Lombard Street, the
crookedest street in San Fran.
As tempting as it was to circle
the block and drive down it, we had miles to go.
|Out through rocky hills covered in lush scrub after a
mercifully wet winter, dotted with pink and yellow flowers, the
road snaking back and forth, up and down, until suddenly there's the
slate blue sea.
We found a cute little park overlooking the sea with a path down to a
pinnacle of rock jutting out into the Pacific.
Check out the view!
The park was dotted with concrete bunkers used for spotting enemy
ships during WWII, which could then relay the info to the big guns
in San Francisco. You could just barely see San Fran off
in the distance.
||We dug out the sandwiches we had picked up at a really nice
Italian deli in San Fran and sat down for a picnic. Had we been
anywhere near our destination I would've popped the cork on the
bottle of wine we'd picked up too, but we had 7-8 hours of
winding roads between us and Redwood National Forest.
||After such delights, how about some contrast to make the day
a bit more Zen? The park's public toilets were... less than
charming. I have spared you the look down this thing's gullet
that I got when I went in to pee. Suffice to say, there is no
plumbing here, just a pit.
EM nodded in agreement when I said,
"Had I known, I just would'a peed behind a bush."
But it was an omen for our drive along Highway 1, AKA the
Pacific Coast Highway. There aren't many towns, much less public
restrooms. Several gas stations even had port-o-lets
outside rather than allow even their own customers use of indoor plumbing.
What the hell? Someone could make millions just having a clean
bathroom and charging a buck a visit about halfway between
San Fran and the end of Highway 1.
|Back on the road, up through forests that seemed
strange to us East Coast natives with towering trees and foreign
flowers, occasionally rounding the bend to find the Pacific or
some inlet below.
Then down into valleys of rolling green hills dotted with cows
and sheep and little else for several hours. This part of the
drive was pretty - for about half an hour. We had planned ahead,
packing a huge pile of CD's, some compilations I'd made just for
the trip. But just outside of San Fran we found the rental car's
CD player didn't work. And any radio is tough to come by
in those long stretches of nothing. Not the most exciting part
of the trip...
||But then the sea would reappear, often in breathtaking views
with waves breaking against rocky cliffs below charming seaside
villages, or parks with sandy beaches all but abandoned
|Even if you wanted to, you couldn't rush. The road often
winds along a precipice, sometimes with evidence of where the
crumbling rock has given way and the road has been patched back
Or make it around a sharp bend only to discover someone's cows have escaped
and are crossing the road, giving you the choice - ram them,
drive off a 100' cliff, or turn into the rock wall and hope for
Take your time on these roads...
|Did you know the Russians used to hunt for otters as far
south as this? There are a few replica buildings along the way,
this one a restaurant. According to the guidebooks, and judging
from the hotel and parking facilities along the route, the area
gets busy at the height of the season. We had beaten the
official beginning of the season by a week or two and had long
stretches of road to ourselves.
|Then the road turn a turn into the hills and forest, a
tedious series of endless switchbacks. A couple of hours later I was glad I'd
stopped at the previous town and refilled the gas tank. There
wasn't so much as a house for many, many miles. It was a happy
moment when we finally hit the end of highway 1 and turned north
onto what I hoped would be the comparatively direct US 101.
But alas, it, too, winds through forests for hours. But you get
hints that big things are coming - as in big trees.
By the time we reached the next town we were tired and hungry. We
stopped at a random TGIApplegans-style restaurant, only to decide the prices were too high
and we were too beat to enjoy a full meal. So we hopped back in the car
and hit Taco Bell. I only seem to eat at places like that when I'm on
vacation. After so many days of fantastic food, you need a reminder - no
light without dark...
Speaking of, it was dark as we pulled into the town where our hotel
was. I wished we'd left San Fran earlier in the day so could've explored
more on the way. If there is a
"next time" I'll camp in the forest a few days rather than a single
night in a mundane hotel.