Second night in the woods went well!!! Woke up at the crack of dawn, and hit the road.
We stopped in Garberville to stock up on supplies, and to grab a much sought-after cuppa joe. The little town of approx. 2000 inhabitants was buzzing with life. There's a rumor that Humboldt county is the pot capitol of California, I wouldn't know much about that... but what I did see was a store called "Hemp Connection", supposedly the first hemp store that opened in the US. When we were filling up at the Chevron station, two hippies tried to befriend Jamie, and asked us if we were going to the reggae fest. Darn it! Who knew Garberville was so happening? Should have stayed there a night or two... :)
On our way out of town, however, we were almost rammed by a 420 vehicle swerving the lanes, beating us to the exit that was conveniently labeled "Exit for special event." Gotta get there before the weed is out, yo!
Anyways, it was time for me to take the steering wheel. The Redwood Hwy is narrow and winding, and Jamie hold on for his bare life. We drove through dark forests, over bridges, through farmlands and vineyards. Mendocino County was beautiful. I wish we had time to stop at one of the many wineries for a taste or too, but that's not really what you do when you have so much driving ahead.
We arrived in San Fransisco around 5 pm. We stayed at Eward II Bed and Breakfast. A pretty cool vintage hotel in a perfect location. After a quick shower, we put on our walking shoes and walked to Fisherman's Wharf. The original plan was to eat at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., but we were so hungry and crabby that we went into the first and best place we could find -- of all places, an IRISH RESTAURANT! Jamie had a good ole burger, while I tried out Shepherd's Pie that I washed down with the strongest Appletini ever. So random! Overprices and not very good, but at least it kept our blood sugar levels steady for a while. After a stroll along Pier 39, we went back to the inn and crawled into bed.
Next destination: Malibu!
We stopped in Garberville to stock up on supplies, and to grab a much sought-after cuppa joe. The little town of approx. 2000 inhabitants was buzzing with life. There's a rumor that Humboldt county is the pot capitol of California, I wouldn't know much about that... but what I did see was a store called "Hemp Connection", supposedly the first hemp store that opened in the US. When we were filling up at the Chevron station, two hippies tried to befriend Jamie, and asked us if we were going to the reggae fest. Darn it! Who knew Garberville was so happening? Should have stayed there a night or two... :)
On our way out of town, however, we were almost rammed by a 420 vehicle swerving the lanes, beating us to the exit that was conveniently labeled "Exit for special event." Gotta get there before the weed is out, yo!
Anyways, it was time for me to take the steering wheel. The Redwood Hwy is narrow and winding, and Jamie hold on for his bare life. We drove through dark forests, over bridges, through farmlands and vineyards. Mendocino County was beautiful. I wish we had time to stop at one of the many wineries for a taste or too, but that's not really what you do when you have so much driving ahead.
We arrived in San Fransisco around 5 pm. We stayed at Eward II Bed and Breakfast. A pretty cool vintage hotel in a perfect location. After a quick shower, we put on our walking shoes and walked to Fisherman's Wharf. The original plan was to eat at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., but we were so hungry and crabby that we went into the first and best place we could find -- of all places, an IRISH RESTAURANT! Jamie had a good ole burger, while I tried out Shepherd's Pie that I washed down with the strongest Appletini ever. So random! Overprices and not very good, but at least it kept our blood sugar levels steady for a while. After a stroll along Pier 39, we went back to the inn and crawled into bed.
Next destination: Malibu!
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