It’s already lunch time. I have a great espresso and a lemon tart in one of the plenty small cafes you find in California everywhere. California has, compared to the rest of the USA, quite a strong sense for good and healthy food, you find less fast food restaurants, than in the other states I visited so far and I really like that. I follow the advice of Cassidy and drive into the Forest of Nisene Marks State Park. It is a beautiful wood with plenty of big sequoias and since I did not manage to see the Sequoia National Park and good old General Sherman, I am happy to experience the silence and peace of this forest.
The sequoias over here are certainly nothing compared in height and diameter to the ones of the national park but they are already way of too big for my camera. They are awesome and honorable and all the people I talked with, who told me about the experience within those forests are right, those forests have a soul and you feel it when you are around.
I continue northwards, up the PCH-1. I want to get to the Golden Gate Bridge, before I have to return my rental. And on my way the coastline shows its beauty again! There are green meadows full of yellow flowers along the hills which reach to the ocean. It is stunning, and that is my personal imaginary picture of Ireland – which I have not visited yet but will for sure.
I have to force me not to stop too often, since the time is running out and I feel stressed for the first time on my trip, stressed because I would love to have more time here, to enjoy this divine landscape – for example while having a picnic. But there is just one goal today and I am also eager to get to San Francisco and meet Carl at night. So I continue…
And as you can imagine, the traffic in San Francisco, when I finally hit it, is bad. Not as bad as in Los Angeles but still no pleasure at all. Good part of the story – I reach my final destination, the Golden Gate Bridge and the beautiful city beneath that, San Francisco.
I manage to sneak into the parking lot right besides the bridge but time before I have to return the rental is too short, to make it to the plateau behind the bridge. After all I am able to return it and I feel relieved. I am in the middle of the city and find a small Diner where I wait for Carl to pick me up. But San Francisco is yet another story to tell… It is too beautiful and too much to just attach it here. And it is one of the most enjoyable cities I have ever visited!