$35: Hidden Springs Campground (Humboldt Redwoods State Park, CA)
There is no more West. So I head North.
I headed out of Livermore at 6am. But not before a pilgrimage to the Donut Wheel. It still smells like maple bars and drip coffee.
Nothing has changed. There’s even a table of senior “regulars” discussing their high blood pressure numbers.
Into the fray of commuter traffic. Well, in the Bay Area, there’s always commuter traffic. But it wasn’t soo bad. A lot of Hondas and Teslas jockeying for pole position. Darting in an out of big rigs. And VWs towing Airstreams.
I expected to be in stop ‘n go traffic, but I don’t think I ever slowed below 40mph in the six hours I drove. It was Friday morning, but I must have been going the right direction, on the right roads.
I headed around the Bay Area, counter-clockwise, ending on a narrow strip of one-lane road (37) that crowns the top of the San Pablo Bay West of Vallejo, linking with Highway 101.
As I drove along the shore, I thought I saw Tippy Hedrin making her way across in a little boat. I wonder where she’s going?
Knowing how tight campgrounds in the area can get on a Friday, I stopped earlier than usual, before 101 hits the coast. At Hidden Springs, I got the last spot long enough for my trailer (they have a 24-foot max).
Time for a nap and some slow-speed (1 bar of LTE if I stand in the right spot) blogging, I need an early start tomorrow to have any chance at a camping spot on the Oregon coast.