1800 Miles Later

We returned from a long camping trip yesterday. It was a trip we'd been planning for years, or at least discussing for years. Discussions even predate our European Adventure, and that was 2005.

We finally did our North Coast caper, only with less psychedelics than I would have guessed if we'd kept to our original dozen-year-old plan.

We followed the following map pretty closely, for a total or nearly 1800 miles. We left Long Beach and headed to Sacramento up I-5, replaced our Passat's battery in Redding, continued up to Medford Oregon and on to Grant's Pass where we picked up the start of westbound US-Hwy 199---part of the "Redwood Highway" system---and headed down into Crescent City, a few miles short of Oregon:

After camping outside of Crescent City, we camped south of Eureka, saw one of the main sites for the Forest Moon of Endor, camped a third time south of Fort Bragg, visited some of my ancestors in Bolinas, and landed for two nights in San Francisco, on hand on the cusp of Pride Weekend as news of the Supreme Court's decision broke, trying to shake off the smell of campfire.

Yesterday itself was a long one, starting early (pre-4) at Ryan's, in SLO, and ending after the chores and unpacking and dishes were done (after 1).

We had a stowaway banana slug. We mastered the percolator coffee maker. We walked from the ocean to the Haight. We watched the trees change over a few hundred miles. The night was inky chill for the eyes and ears. Ribbons of asphalt sprayed across landscapes.

I was thinking of something new for these few posts.