Day 97, Sunday, Nov 13, Samuel Taylor State Park, north of San Francisco
Broke camp at Russian Gulch at 10, later than i hoped. Took my time wanting to get used to the camp more and I am glad a did. The camp is neatly tucked into a ravine and its biggest asset is the cove that breaks out into the ocean. One of those views you can never tire of.
Headed down route 1 but Garmina screwed up and sent me off onto route 128. As it turns out, we gave up the spectacular ocean vistas for a thrilling ride through another long winding road of redwood forest and mile after mile of wine vineyards. Those vineyards have got to be the prettiest farms anywhere.
We arrived at Samuel Taylor State Park camp at 2 and the tenters campground was empty, in contrast to last night when it was full so. I got to pick my campsite of choice and chose number 13, clearly the best one. Now i know why this camp is always full during the summer and weekends. If i stayed in a nicer site anywhere than 13, i cannot recall. Much to my delight, Sarah joined me at about 4:30 after a day experiencing the California beaches and we spent most of the evening planning our respective journeys. I Tried to teach her the technique of sketching out options and then making your final decision when you come to a crossroad and have to decide.
When i took my walk with Donner this evening around the dark campground, i noticed that there are now seven other tenters here in this tent-only section of the camp. Its a nice site, the site of tents of various colors and shapes illuminated from within by their lamps, spread our over the dark landscape
Tomorrow i head for Yosemite for one day and the start of the final leg of this journey. If all goes well, it will take us 10 days to cross the country. My mind, however, is not focused on the ultimate destination, but on what i must do tomorrow.
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When you and Donner get tired of driving around, you're welcome here for Thanksgiving. You have a lot to be thankful for.
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