We checked out California highway 1, North of San Francisco. It is a good place to take coastal pictures but not where you would want to drive a big RV.
There were many miles of strangely uninhabited coast and mountain switchbacks. We took some pictures and retreated.
The only sensible way north along the California coast is up Highway 101.
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle bootsAnd a black leather jacket with an eagle on the backHe had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like a gunThat fool was the terror of Highway 101
I always wanted a black leather jacket, but with a chicken on the back...that fool was the terror of Highway 101. I was 13 when that one came out...just then learning to smoke and applying lots of Wild Root Cream Oil to my duck's-tail haircut....when it rained, streams of black stuff would run down my face and neck....
We're in the middle of the redwoods again. Sometimes I feel like a small asteroid circling the sun...All right redwoods.... here we come, swinging by on our predictable orbit. ... Hello big trees...how have you been.?....so long big trees, goodbye again.
We go to the grocery store. All the customers look weird with long beards, strange clothing and soul patches. They are my lost people.
We see a large building with a medical apothecary marijuana sign. Next door is a hydroponics and indoor grow light store. I want to live here...as usual Mrs. Phred is a negative influence. I guess I'll just keep orbiting until my apogee decays?