From Modesto, Saturday we made the drive to Pleasant Hill, a suburb of Oakland where we planned to meet up and stay with Aaron the following day. As we drove down the highway at about 70 mph, a gentleman in a car rolled up next to us with his window down trying to communicate something. Oh no, is the trailer coming unhitched, did he run out of Grey Poupon? No, we couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, but he seemed to have made our NY plates and was acting as a travel steward of California conveying that there was snow on a nearby mountain. Appreciate the info, but didn’t seem so valuable as to warrant driving no handed down the highway!
After dropping the trailer and our luggage at the hotel, it was Shannon’s turn to pick our lunch spot. Apparently the chicken satay a couple nights before didn’t end our Thai craving, Shannon chose 3 Thai, a restaurant we passed on our way into town. We all loved our dishes; Mom vegetable spring rolls with peanut sauce, Shannon vegetable red curry over rice, and myself Chicken Rama (chicken with peanut curry). Always love Thai food, great spices and perfectly sized portions.
With full stomachs and plenty of daylight left in the day, we planned a drive across the Bay Bridge, through San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge, and along a short portion of Highway 1, the Pacific Coast highway. It was incredible to see so many famous landmarks that I’d only seen in pictures up to this point…incredible city! The best part was when we got a couple streets off course and found ourselves coming down the steepest street I’ve ever seen in my life. It was so steep that I couldn’t see the street below until the car had fully passed the lip of the decline. Once again the Volvo maneuvered a difficult challenge beautifully, even with Shannon in the driver’s seat. Hate to keep saying this, but the picture comes no where close to doing justice.
After crossing over to the North side of the Golden Gate Bridge, it was incredible to see how quickly the city transformed to narrow country roads. Apparently not all of the country is buried in snow through mid April. Spring was in full swing with several types of flowers in bloom and color everywhere…incredible.
For an area surrounded with barren green hills, we were surprised to see signs for a location called Muir Woods. We followed the signs that led us through a valley with some of the most unique trees. The one that I related to was covered in tumor shaped lumps and had a canopy of moss.
But the highlight of the day was a scenic overlook of Muir Beach, one of the most incredible sights I have ever seen; rocky cliffs jutting straight down into the water. Speechless…I would definitely liked to have incorporated this area into my life for a while. Click on these images and see them full size.