The weather in San Francisco was perfect – 74 degrees, blue skies.
From the Sutro Bath ruins, we gazed afar at the Golden Gate Bridge. That Bridge was the first I’d ever driven over in my own car. I’d purchased the car — okay, the wreck — a metallic blue Chevrolet Camaro with a black vinyl top after it had been junked, salvaged and revived. It was missing a few inconsequential parts – like a side mirror and a dependable engine. But it looked real spiffy. I called it The Blue Maxie with the Classy Chassis. (You had probably guessed I would be the kind to name my automobile.) I picked up my girlfriend Barbara and we drove. We ended the first leg of our ride on the Golden Gate Bridge, some eight hours later. But the southern jaunt halted at a deserted spot on the 101 freeway when the engine stopped. At two in the morning, we hitchhiked the rest of the way home. Just to set the record straight, that decision was a whole lot more “clueless” than “wild.”
Fellow hikers watched with my husband and I as a heavy mist rolled in and captured the horizon. It held the bridge hostage, rocks peeking from the fog laden bay.
After two hours of zigging and zagging along uneven hillsides, a roadside arrow pointed to a stairway leading down to Mile Rock beach. Whenever I am faced with a decision I am taken back in time to 4th grade California history lessons. Juan Rodríguez Cabrillo had explored the entire California coastline and discovered the major ports – San Diego bay, Los Angeles bay, and Monterey bay. But the best harbor — Mrs. Jobe had emphasized best — he missed because of fog.
Notice there are no pictures of Mile Rock beach on this post. The word “mile” seemed really long, and I was really tired. I’m smart that way. Whenever there is a stairway down, I pretty much know there’s going to be one up. I talked my husband into passing on the photo shoot opportunity. Actually, it was something we both agreed on immediately.
I’m still wondering if we pulled a Cabrillo, and missed out on the best view of all.
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Funny stories!! We were laughing because we recognized Cindi’s story too. You need more pictures of your vacation!