DAY 79 - A DAY OFF TO THE SEA
It was going to be hot in San Francisco and it was my last day in the city so we decided to escape the city for night out on the beach. We stocked up at Whole Foods market packed our backpacks in Rachel’s car. It shouldn’t be much more than an hour drive. Up on Castro St, the Fillmore district, Golden Gate Bridge and we were out of the city. We were looking for a place for ourselves, which means you can’t look it up on the internet. What I often do to find a place to camp is scroll over Google Earth to find something which is not easy to get too. Only this is the guarantee to have a for yourself, especially in the populated bay area.
There was a parking lot at an organic farm with a sign saying ‘no camping’, but it was small enough to ignore. A trail lead past the farm down the cliff. From there it was a hike over big boulders before we reached this little secluded pebble beach. The only ones we need to share it with were pelicans, flying along the coast, always in groups. Magnificent, gracious big birds, I think I’d never seen this many of them. I popped open a bottle of wine and we waved the sun goodbye from a big rock. The sea was rough and noisy, like I’ve seen it all along the coast since the first time I reached it in La Push, Washington. Rachel prepared the fire, I prepared some food. We left the tent at home. More and more I prefer to sleep outside. You have to hit a bug now and then, but your dreams are bigger when you see the stars before falling asleep. We woke up in a grey morning. All the colours we saw had disappeared in the sunset. It was a beautiful last night before heading off to Utah.