Day Off – Northern California

We spent the afternoon in Berkeley with Meliss, where we recovered from the previous night’s debauchery before slowly making our way towards San Francisco. It was late in the day when we finally made it across the Bay Bridge, so we really only drove around the city for an hour or so before making our way across the Golden Gate bridge to soak in the sunset and take photos.

Once we were on the other side of the bridge, we kind of figured heading north would make the most sense, so we kept going. A few hours later we were climbing up the coast on highway 101 and by the time night fell and the small towns grew further apart we had resolved to find a campsite where we could make the day end.

About 20 miles north of Fort Bragg we found a site where I laid outside peering through the treetops at the bright moon. It was a beautiful place to fall asleep. It was a damn cold place to wake up a few hours later. I spent most of the night into the morning contorting my body in different ways attempting to preserve the small amount of heat my $15 sleeping bag could manage to hold onto. I am not an outdoorsman and I know close to nothing about camping, so although this experience was a fun adventure, it did confirm my general preference for cheap motels over campsites.