From the Redwood forest to San Fran

Playing in the redwoods



I loved the ferns

Gus at the Beach
Max in the Redwoods (literally)
Pacific ocean
playin on the beach
Gus drives through the big tree
big tree
Golden Gate Bridge
Route 1 and our taped window
in the haight
Tree Huggers
Golden Gate Park
The hills and the fog

The city and short houses
At the Corner of Haight and Ashbury
We sadly left the Redwood Forest, and in my opinion it was the best part of the trip so far. We camped in the forest for two days. We roasted authentic California artichokes over the fire, and we played in the forest all day...pretty magical. We drove down the California coast following the Pacific Ocean on the famous Route 1. The roads were really windy but Max and Gus drove splendidly. We made a few stops at some beaches that looked nice and a lagoon in Humbolt country. We stopped for the night 30 miles outside San Francisco at a KOA (Kamp of America). This particular destination had over 300 campsights, cabins, bathrooms, showers, laundry machines, a rock wall, a pillow jump, full hookups, Dish Tv, and a pool. Dear Campers of America, thats not camping. We were too tired to take advantage of anything it had to offer, and the 100,000 screaming children were too much. We retired to Gus for the night.

In the morning, we drove into San Fran across the Golden Gate bridge. All of San Francisco just reminded me of the TV show Full House and/or Charmed. We ate bunch in the Castro and spent the day walking around. We went to twin peaks which supposedly looks over the entire city, but unfortunately we were in a cloud and couldn't see a damn thing. We went to Hight-Ashbury (shout out to my 1960s folks if your reading this), I think many who were there felt like it still was the 1960s. We went to Golden Gate park. I was not expecting or dressed for the COLD weather, and we retreated back to Gus to change. We parked Gus on 19th and Church Street. We had a great night on the town and got to know the bar scene a bit. We then re-found where we had park (luckily) and slept on 19th and Church street where we had parked. I woke up to the runners and dog walkers who seemed a bit confused when they spotted us and Gus. We ate breakfast and the fiery market seaport, and walked around the farmers market. We had to rush a bit because a meter was running and we really didn't walk a ticket. In case you plan to be driving to San Francisco in a 6 wheel bus here are some words of advice: bring quarters because at $3.50 an hour quarters are a commodity more valuable than diamonds and few are willing to give them up even for just compensation. Also don't park at the green, red, or yellow meters because those are for loading and commercial vehicles. AND most importantly if you are parking on a hill (which is anywhere in the city) and it is lower than a 3% grade (for which there will be no sign) make sure to turn your wheels to the inside all the way otherwise it is apparently a hazard. We returned to a $50 ticket. Super. We made our way to John's house in Palo Alto for some showers and car maintenance. He is helping us re-secure our muffler (which became loose after curb jump) and checkin out our front speakers. Next Stop: Arches National Park in Utah. A little over 1 week until we are scheduled to return, and so we better book it.

ps. cuz-crack is whack :)