We checked out of the Intercontinental at about 11 and left our stuff in the luggage room. We wanted to spend a couple more hours enjoying San Francisco before hitting the road. After a light breakfast consisting of a small bottle of superfoods juice blend from Odwalla, consumed on a bench in Union Square, we climbed to the top of Powell Street, where the streetcars named Desire trawl for tourists. We relaxed in a park at the top for a while, and then we picked up our rental car. The car is a huge, bright blue Dodge Grand Caravan, the granddaddy of minivans. We named it the Cookie Monster. We gathered our luggage from the hotel and had a relaxing late lunch at FIsherman’s Wharf. We explored the galleries there for a while, checking out the original Picasso and Dali works on display, etchings by Rembrandt, as well as a wonderful exhibit of Dr. Seuss art prints and sculptures.
By the time we got on the road again, it was nearly 3pm. The road, however, was spectacular. We decided to take Highway 1, which provided plenty of twisting and turning thrills for the Cookie Monster as it dives and weaves among the mountains along the coast of Northern California.
Occasionally, I’d stop to take a picture, but soon it was dark, and we searched for a place to stay. Just north of Fort Bragg, we found the Beachcomber Motel, and negotiated a room for $59. The place is actually quite nice, freshly renovated and right on the edge of the ocean. I felt inspired to shoot, so I went out onto the beach with my camera and took some night shots.