(April 1, 2018)
The morning started off so nicely. We made it to the coast, got a great parking spot, and walked along the ocean in Santa Cruz.
We even found some California poppies:
What could possibly go wrong? We were just on a quest for Indonesian food. There are no more Indonesian restaurants in Canada (we’ve looked far and wide). Any time we hit a new city, we search for Indonesian food. Well, today was our lucky day: San Fransisco has 3! We chose one right off the highway. That should be easy. WRONG!
Problem 1: no parking
Problem 2: one-way streets
Problem 3: hills
Problem 4: motorhome
Result: No rijsttafel for you!
We must have looked like Laurel and Hardy trying to get back to the highway. We first went down down down; then, up up up. Then, imagine the Chinook at a stoplight looking like the shuttle ready for liftoff and Paul flooring it when the light turned green. I think some pedestrians’ faces turned green. I almost spewed green. I only have pictures from the gentler hills. For the intense ones, I was holding on for dear life!
It all seemed so tame heading in:
Where is that bridge?!
Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
But wait! It got wilder! We decided to stay on the Pacific Coast Highway. It’s scenic. It conjures up images of carefree people in convertibles and sweeping vistas. What could possibly go wrong? Oh dear! The highway hugs the Pacific coast. You see, it’s in the name. There is no deception. Coasts aren’t straight. We went up and down and around. There were many hairpin turns. Dishes were rattling; drawers were sliding open; I kept running back to pick up items that fell; Poppy was shaking; Paul had white knuckles; Daisy slept. We had to finally stop in Olema so that my stomach could settle and we could ask how to get back to the 101. Phew! After all that fun, we camped for the night at The Home Depot in Santa Rosa. Serenity now!
Would we do it again? Heck yeah, but in something a great deal smaller!