I hope every traveler knows that the best day to drive through any major city is Sunday; no hurrying worker-bees or lunchy-loos to contend with or school buses to avoid. Just drivers out for a Sunday outing or church folks looking for a diner. For us, this Sunday was plopped in the middle of a 3-day-weekend, so an above-average amount of drivers littered Hwy 1. Yup, we drove from Monterey through Half Moon Bay, into San Francisco, over the Golden Gate Bridge to the town of Olema, by Point Reyes Visitor Center. All on twisty-turny, narrow Hwy 1 which hugs the coastline. In San Francisco, Hwy 1 became narrow, hilly 19th Street, and slow-moving! Jimmy drove in the city so I could navigate. And we did A-OK.
But first, we passed and stopped at Pigeon Point Bluffs overlook, so we could take a picture of this handsome lighthouse. We didn't try to go in because we're never sure if there's room for Tergel and Smartie together, or if we could turn around. Made a pretty picture!
Is this a field of mustard? Rapeseed?
Whatever it is, I love the color!
Jimmy also drove across the bridge so I could take pictures. Haha, really it's because I hate driving across bridges, especially this one for some reason. Heck, we've walked across this bridge from one side to the other AND back! Anyway, I was too busy taking pictures to feel nervous for which I'm grateful.
Overlooking San Francisco Bay and Alcatraz. Jimmy and I visited the island with my brother, Rus, and SiL, Anne, back in September 2012. We toured the penitentiary, now a museum, but I tell you true, the four of us were glad to get back on the ferry and return to San Francisco (below).
Eye-catching skyline.
We figured a yacht club must be having a regatta 'cause we saw lots and lots of sailboats on the east side of the bay. Two or three of them have black sails.
I suppose we must be nuts to travel without a campground reservation on a three-day-weekend, but we figured we'd get a site at Olena Campground. Too bad our Good Sam card expired last June, and we were unaware of it, so we had to pay full price. While many sites were taken, plenty were still available; we had no problem. With a lot of families Out and About this weekend, kids were playing when we arrived, having noisy fun, but the night was quiet. We slept well.
We wanted to get in a walk/hike after arriving and setting up, but the afternoon was waning -- so we picked a short hike that was the closest to the campground. Giacomini Wetlands, off Hwy 1, is a restored wetlands habitat, and good for birding. Goodness, when we got out of the car, a blast of cold north wind hit us in the face and we debated about continuing. We did, but we never warmed up; we both needed our jackets (which were in Tergel).
The first "wild" animal we spotted was a black cow on the path.
And they were roaming the hillsides....
Next item of interest to me was this large shrub, which had a slightly pleasant fragrance, but I have no idea what it is.
As you see, the tide was out (of Tomales Bay) where Lagunitas Creek crosses. We heard geese but saw no birds or other wildlife. Everything was probably holed up to stay out of the wind!
Yacht for sale? A fixer-upper?
Nice to get out after sitting in Tergel for several hours.
We put in a couple of miles.
Returning to Smartie, we encountered Bossie ambling down our trail. Notice I said "our." Get off our trail, we told her. She gave us the stink eye. She's big, like a-tank-big. I was going to walk past her, but something in her eyes made me hide behind Jimmy. She finally mooved and we could go by.
Hmmm, Number 326. I don't remember what I told her, but she took offense. As I started past, she made a hostile moove, like she was going to charge into me! Whoa, Nellie, I said, get back #326, and hid behind Jimmy again. We scurried by this gal and I realized this is the first time I've ever felt uncomfortable walking in a field with cows. Guess I should brush up on my sweet-talkin'.
Tomorrow is supposed to be a fine weather day. I bet we can find something cool to do ....

