Thursday, 18 June 2009. Got a fairly good night’s rest and awoke to find a hazy overcast and cool morning. I headed down to Denny’s for a grand slam breakfast and on the way back I noticed the cloud cover, probably high fog, had more or less listed in the sun was out. About time to get some work done on my diary. While I didn’t upload diary entries to my blog, I did get about five or six days recorded. I should catch up with over the next day or two and be able to post my entries.
About noon, under bright sun, I headed up Highway 1 to the San Francisco area. The first portion of the trip up to Santa Cruz was slow, rather pleasant but nothing special. I did get a look at your grocery stores vegetables being harvested in the field.
The drive north of Santa Cruz was exceedingly nice. The only real problem was getting through the CF that is known as Santa Cruz. This is where I once again had some problems following almost nonexistent traffic signs. Highway 1, the rest of the way, hugs the coast and is well worth the drive. The drive it has gentle hills and curves as it runs almost on the beach to cliffs overlooking the sandy beaches. For the most part I was not bothered by insane drivers, though there were a few, and could enjoy a leisurely drive up the coast.
Ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately, it also leads to driving on a road that appears to be the only one, it isn’t really, from the coast to San Francisco Bay. Route 92 is a very beautiful drive marred only by the fact that there is a continuous heavy stream of traffic from one coast to the other. The road snakes through rising hills almost to the Bay before dropping down onto the coastal roads. It would be great fun to drive without the traffic.
After petrol I found my motel and called Janet Coyle who arranged the Middle-earth Tours for us. I dropped by for a lovely chat. All too soon I headed back to the motel. I once again tried to call a couple folk but to no avail.
After reading for a couple hours I headed back into Belmont to Toto’s Pizza where I had some ravioli. It was quite good. Dessert was some Baskins and Robbins ice cream. I headed back to the motel, watched some TV and read. No response from my friends. After a shower standing in a tub that didn’t drain, a call to the night.
