I’m in Salinas, CA and San Francisco is about two hours away.
In a New York sense, from my house, a two hour drive could be either Connecticut or the city (with traffic) so I’ve been staying with Tom, had Thanksgiving dinner with Adriana and her family and have taken a few trips into San Francisco – one with them and Adriana’s (don’t call him uncle) Manny, and one on my own to hang out with Doug. We’re going back on Sunday for a full-day adventure.
Since I posted last, I went from Salt Lake City to Missoula to Seattle to Portland.
Driving down here from Portland was an experience all its own.
I left Portland at 10:30am and arrived at Tom’s at 2:15am. The road began blurring at around midnight and it was definitely a test of driving endurance, but my choice to make the drive that long was made well worth it as soon as I got to Redwoods National Park, drove amongst the massive trees, and heard the water talking to the west coast.
Tom and I tried to get to Big Sur the other day to catch the sunset, but as we drove, we noticed that it was about to tuck under the horizon, so we pulled over at an overlook of sorts that had a trail and we started hiking around, climbing rocks, exploring, and admiring the sunset. Thankfully, we had both grabbed our flashlights and marked off the trailhead using Google Maps on my phone. Once the sun set, it was very dark and we had no idea where we were, so we hiked and rock-climbed around in the dark, with the rising water and lack of light changing our route.
It was a little scary, and very amazing.