Day twelve and thirteen. in A small but passable life.

We were packed up and on the road at 7:15am. We were hoping to beat the rush hour traffic. We headed north on 280 and then 19th street through downtown San Francisco which then turned into Highway 1 and on across the Golden Gate bridge. The first exit after the bridge was Highway 1.

We spent the greater part of the day following Highway 1 up to Fort Bragg. We checked into the motel at 3:30pm. Eight hours on the road including a short stop for lunch.

It was the first independent motel we’ve tried. And I have to say that it knocked the Comfort Inn motel down to second place. It was a perfect room with a view of the ocean from the balcony and Pudding Creek on the other side of the motel.

It was a good night. A quiet and dark room.

We packed up and checked out by 10am. A quick stop to top off the tank, a Safeway store for snacks and the ATM, and Dollar Tree for a trash container for Mom’s trash she accumulates, and we were headed north on Highway 1 once again.

It was a really beautiful drive up to Crescent City. Along the ocean front and through forests and canyons. Part of it was twisty two lane and part was four lane. We ended up at another La Quinta at 3:30pm. A beautiful spot next to the marina and beach.

Except for a small car crash as I was turning left into the motel lot, it was a good day. Minor damage, no cops called, and no insurance reporting. A cracked bumper on our Saturn and a mashed in steel bumper on a ¾ ton pickup which the guy and his buddies pulled back out with a chain and another pickup. I said “Thanks” and shook his hand. There are good people in the world.

We talked about aborting our northwards travel and turning east. We’ll see.

(1788 miles driven to where I’m writing this.)

To be continued-