Today holds a bit of walking and a lot of driving, so it’s probably not as interesting as some of the other days. But I’m not one to go halfway with this travel journal-y thing and stop!
We’re eating breakfast at Bread & Cocoa, mainly because it is right next to our hotel. It’s fine – nothing spectacular. Basically I’d recommend it if you’re in a position where you’re close to it but I wouldn’t make any special effort to go.
Chinatown is just a couple of blocks from us so we are walking over there before we head to the Golden Gate Bridge. We managed to find the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory in its location in the middle of a random alley and had warm fortune cookies right off the line. SO GOOD.
We took an UberPool over to the Golden Gate Bridge. Our driver is a real estate agent who just informed us that the average price for a one-bedroom place in San Francisco is 3.5 MILLION DOLLARS. There go our (fleeting) thoughts of moving here. The Bridge is massive – of course – and though we probably should walk the whole thing, we are just going to go to the first support. I think I’d rather spend more time wandering through the redwoods in a bit than traipsing across the whole Bridge.
We took BART to the airport to pick up our rental car. They tell us that we can pick any of the ones in this particular row. We walk out into the garage and there’s a sweet little Fiat. I WANT IT. But Ryan, ever the reasonable and rational person, says, “Don’t you think since we might have to buy a new car soon, that we should drive one that could be on our list?” Sigh. WHY IS HE ALWAYS RIGHT. A Nissan Versa it is. I like driving it – it’s comfortable and zippy. But as we found out when we looked it up, apparently it ranks #40 out of 41 cars in its category. Soooo what I’m saying is that we might as well have just driven the Fiat. Argh.
There is no parking up here at the Muir Woods. Apparently weekends are a busy time for national monuments. Who knew? The nice thing, though, is that most people seem to be walking to the first big grove and then heading back. We walked the length of the whole trail, though, and here at the end we’re pretty much the only ones. The redwoods are huge. I mean, everyone knows the trees are massive. But they are REALLY REALLY large. If I’m on the ground, I can’t fit a whole tree in the frame vertically. I am really at a loss for words about them, other than to say that being among them is a very sacred experience and you should go.
There are a couple of chipmunks that I’m trying to photograph but they ran off. Back when I worked at Brookfield Zoo, I used to talk to the squirrels and chipmunks in their language (I don’t know what I’m saying) and they’d come right up to me. Now, those rodents are really used to people and probably were actually trained by zookeepers or something. What the heck, though – I’ll try it here. So I chatter in chipmunk. AND THEY CAME BACK. One is right next to my shoe and the other is staring at me from a log about 2 feet away. I’m Snow White all up in here. If only I could use this skill for something productive! Oh, and this Great Blue Heron hung out in a stream until I lined up my shot; as soon as I took the picture he flew away. Thanks for waiting for me, buddy.
Now, we head off to our lodging at Twisted Horn Ranch! Tomorrow – wine country!