We had a little bit of time off before summer classes ended and my “September Experience” began, so we loaded up Ulysses for a little California adventure—to the see the Redwoods, to visit some old friends and see some architecture in San Francisco, and to do some hiking and beauty-gazing in Yosemite.
|Rebecca in the Redwoods|
Later we went to the gift shop and sketched and wrote poems about a stuffed skunk, and met a poet and novelist from Detroit who worked at the gift shop and offered to tell us the way to El Norte and the Grove of Titans, but since we were leaving early the next day we passed on this little bit of insider knowledge.
The next day we headed south—about nine hours south on CA-101, which cuts through…a great expanse of forest, trees as far as we could see. We stopped for lunch in the town of Garberville, mostly because Rebecca was getting drowsy at the wheel. It was possibly the worst little podunk town I have ever been in. According to the wikipedia entry on Garberville, it has been called “the marijuana heartland of the US”. The dilapidation and half-assedness of just about everything and everyone in the town was a testament to that. If only I hadn't lost my firebombing privileges…
|Golden Gate Bridge in Fog|
The next day we explored the city a little bit (Rebecca met with some architects) and then had dinner with some family friends in St. Francis Woods, where we learned about independent schools in San Francisco—among other things. We had a delicious home-cooked baked ziti and chatted late into the evening.
|Living Roof at CAS|
|De Young Museum|
We left behind the crowds of tourists and the traffic and the fog and headed for Yosemite, where we met up with Tony and Yvonne, two close friends from Eugene and Portland.
|Tony, Yvonne, The Author, Rebecca|
|Yosemite Falls From The Never-ending Trail|
|View Over The Falls|
|Looking Up A Granite Face|
|We Got Sunburned on the Tuolomne River|
|Hot tub, Too Sun-burnt To Enjoy|