Post San Francisco Wanderings.

The day we departed San Francisco was a total disaster. Incidentally, it was Friday the 13th and we were down and out the entire day. First, we missed Sea Glass Beach which was disappointing, to say the least. Next, we got Redwood National Park and Redwood Forest mixed up and drove an hour up into the mountains expecting towering redwoods and instead were taken through prairies and hills. Luckily, the drive was stunning, but we were too anxious and frustrated to enjoy the drive. It was getting late, so we had to find somewhere to camp. We drove deep into the woods into a free campsite and began to get our camp in order. I couldn't shake this eerie feeling of complete and utter isolation. I had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so we packed up our stuff and headed to the closest town. At this point it was almost 11 at night and we had been driving for almost 12 hours, so we decided to get dinner at Denny's and figure out where we were going to sleep that night. We eventually just fell asleep in the car in the Mcdonalds parking lot. Although it was a pretty miserable affair, I felt like a true vagabond--subject to the whims of the road. It was a humbling experience.

We managed to stop and take a break for a woodland photo shoot.