So... What next?

09/01/2010

We could have taken the main highway to get to San Francisco, but we decided to follow the scenic route instead. The 101 is the coastal highway and everyone keeps raving about it, so it was our turn to see what it’s all about.

It is indeed quite an amazing drive. Lots of turns through lots of alternating scenery, but we started to wonder whether this is the right time of year for this kind of trip...



It was cold and rainy and windy and sticky and grey and blergh.... And the beaches under the dark grey sky were far from impressive or tempting.



We saw a number of picturesque little towns, but the weather was not what one would call ideal. We were convinced that this route would be much more appreciated during the sunny summer months.

After having spent our first night in a motel along the way, the following morning we reached our next intended destination, the Redwoods national forrest. The Redwoods are big, tall trees and there is a big forrest full of them right on the coast, near the Oregon/California state line.

As soon as we reached them and laid eyes on them, our jaws dropped!



Never in my life had I seen before such tall, wide trees.



We’re talking taller than probably most buildings in Greece! As we were driving through the path, we were constantly surrounded by these enormous trees. We could barely see the sky through them.



This scenery went on for about seven miles, before we got out of the heart of the forrest and drove along a beautiful river. There were very few houses built around it and we spotted a couple of fishermen with their tiny boats, roaming the river.



This was by far the most spectacular natural asset I have seen during my whole trip in the US.

After going through the forrest, we drove down to Chico, where we made a stop at my friend D.’s to spend the night. A fun filled evening was to be had, with great people and yummy food, before we’d set off straight to San Francisco the following morning.

And here we are now, in San Francisco, the last official stop of my journey. J. is taking a flight back to New York and I am ready to see what this city has to offer.

M.