When I tweeted that I gave my age away a bit as not many got the reference so I hesitated to use it again – but oh well. We stayed at an rv park that had once had a shuttle into the city but when we got there that was no longer running so we took a drive to the Larkspur ferry port instead. This was fun as we whizzed across the bay, past Alcatraz to the terminal buildings.
My daughter had been into the port before so was able to lead me to the famous Pier 39 where we visited the Biscotti shop amongst others and looked at the seals.
From there we took a trolley ride having sorted ourselves a Clipper card which got us discounted travel (which included the ferry which I wished we had found out sooner). Still we got off and had a walk around the park having decided that we would return the following day to explore further.
The coastal road was beautiful & we wended our way along stopping where the fancy took us for food and sight seeing. Quirky architecture, odd road bridges and wildlife made the journey a memorable one. We stopped at one RV park wedged between a garage & a Harley Davidson show room. No room in the van & I think the excess baggage payments might have been a bit steep so hubby had to make do with a pair of socks & a book about Route 66 instead!
Seals & scenery aside it was a long drive down the coast & despite the overnight stops it was good to get to the outskirts of San Francisco where we planned to stay for a few days to have a break from the driving.
From Portland we headed for the coast and set a course for San Francisco via Highway 101 the Pacific Scenic Highway. By now my daughter was really on board with driving the wagon through small towns & navigating twisty roads. I was really proud of how she had risen to the challenge of driving something more than twice the size of her own car although I still was duty driver for the cities. Double yellows so No overtaking here but later her confidence had grown so much that she caught up & overtook later when we got a passing lane.