We left San Francisco after about 6 hours and drove the straightest highway in the world, the I-5, down to Bakersfield where the Griffiths family were gathering together.
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| We woke up the next morning to be greeted by really hot weather and a good view of the Great Salt Lake. It's massive enough that it looks like an ocean, well almost, and since you are mostly surrounded by desert you get the impression you are at some kind of weird never-ending beach. Not far from the lake you drive through the Bonneville salt flats, where the ground as far as the eye can see is covered with a thick layer of salt that you crunch through when you walk on it. Casey ate a little bit of the salt just to taste and see if it was, indeed, salt as we know it (it was), but I abstained because I don't like eating pieces of ground, whether its salt or dirt. And boy, did we get sunburned on the drive... I got a burn on my leg and still had tan lines from it well over a year later. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The Great Salt Lake. We didn't pass any areas where you could get up next to it, though there are probably many of them. It was really hot here, a big contrast from Yellowstone. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| After crossing the border and spending the night in Davis, CA, we headed to San Francisco. San Fran is my favorite city, the only one that I would actually make a decision to live in that wasn't based on money. Clean, lots of great restaurants... laid back atmosphere. We went to Alameda, and checked out one of my old places of residence and drove around a bit. Then we headed across the bridge to San Francisco and did as many of the touristy things as we could. We went down Lombard Street, took one of those bike taxi things to Pier 39 & Fisherman's Wharf, and saw the Golden Gate bridge. Well, the bottom of the pillars holding up the Golden Gate bridge anyway. Just before we got to the bridge the whole area became shrouded in thick fog that wouldn't lift. It was like Dracula had come into the area or something. We left San Francisco after about 6 hours and drove the straightest highway in the world, the I-5, down to Bakersfield where the Griffiths family were gathering together. |
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| Me and Casey in the back of the bicycle taxi thing which took us to Pier 39. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Lombard Street, or part of it anyway. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No-one goes to San Francisco without checking out the Golden Gate Bridge right? It's the first thing everyone thinks of. Here's Casey with the Golden Gate bridge less than 75 feet behind her. We saw it from a distance, but by the time we got close the fog had closed in and we could never see more than the pillars holding it up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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