On the Road to San Fransisco
Well, my lovely cricket filled night turned into morning. I'm starting to get used to the gray fogged out mornings, so different from my mornings in sunny Arizona. it's a cool walk with JoJo.
I continued on my pathway north towards San Francisco. I enjoyed the rural ride, and actually stopped twice at a farm stand. Once to buy strawberries, and the second time to buy what they called English peas. These peas were the biggest pea pods I have ever seen with sweet large juicy peas, that I had for my lunch, in a salad.
I found another roadside State Beach park along route 1, dragged my chair to the cliff's edge, and did some more reading. Because it's chilly, windy, and overcast, there is hardly anybody here at all!
I've been thinking about my strategy for overnight stays in San Francisco. And I even debated on whether I should just drive past the city or check out the sights. I bit the bullet, and am staying in an RV park right along the coast. It's the last campsite, closest to the city. I have been to San Fransisco once before, but it's been many years.
Even though there's some sticker shock here, and I have questioned spending the extra money for this RV park, in the end I try to dismiss that thought. I just have to remind myself that any and all experiences, will come at a cost or a price.
It's actually a very pretty view, combined with an ugly view. The coast is eroded, and actually has three rows of chain link fence to prevent anyone from coming near the edge. When I first saw it, I felt like it was the edge of a prison camp. I'm at the end of the line, closest to the water, and across from the propane tank fill-up.
Right now all I can hear is the mighty ocean crashing its waves along the shore, so all-in-all it's definitely a great background sound for me here....minus the crickets.
I continued on my pathway north towards San Francisco. I enjoyed the rural ride, and actually stopped twice at a farm stand. Once to buy strawberries, and the second time to buy what they called English peas. These peas were the biggest pea pods I have ever seen with sweet large juicy peas, that I had for my lunch, in a salad.
I found another roadside State Beach park along route 1, dragged my chair to the cliff's edge, and did some more reading. Because it's chilly, windy, and overcast, there is hardly anybody here at all!
I've been thinking about my strategy for overnight stays in San Francisco. And I even debated on whether I should just drive past the city or check out the sights. I bit the bullet, and am staying in an RV park right along the coast. It's the last campsite, closest to the city. I have been to San Fransisco once before, but it's been many years.
Even though there's some sticker shock here, and I have questioned spending the extra money for this RV park, in the end I try to dismiss that thought. I just have to remind myself that any and all experiences, will come at a cost or a price.
It's actually a very pretty view, combined with an ugly view. The coast is eroded, and actually has three rows of chain link fence to prevent anyone from coming near the edge. When I first saw it, I felt like it was the edge of a prison camp. I'm at the end of the line, closest to the water, and across from the propane tank fill-up.
Right now all I can hear is the mighty ocean crashing its waves along the shore, so all-in-all it's definitely a great background sound for me here....minus the crickets.
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