Day 8.

It was a little bit more of a back-to-reality day for us.

(Not our reality, necessarily. But more a return to the 'ugh' moments of life.)

 And that was ok.

Because tomorrow we head home.

Traffic through the wine country of California was NO JOKE.

Everyone was trying to get out of the city while we were attempting to get in.

Thus the lack of pictures. We did not do a whole lot of stopping.

It was also, at long last, warm. Like in the 70s. We hadn't seen or felt that since North Dakota. 

Northern California is very beautiful.

In a very different way than Washington and Oregon.

We thought all the Vineyards were especially lovely.

San Francisco!

And the end of the road, so to speak, for our journey.

So many sailboats.

We drove the Marin County side, up the Headlands to another WWII bunker, and with the convertible top once again down we were treated to some fantastic views.

But the drive is not for the faint of heart.

Thousands of people. Hundreds of bikes. A one direction road with abrupt turn outs and drop offs. And people who stop and park where-ever.

The first time we drove it we were mostly looking at the road and trying not to hit anyone.

We had to do part of the loop a second time just so we could appreciate what we risked our lives for.

Our Hotel sat at the entrance of Chinatown.

Of course we walked through. 

At dusk.

It was pretty amazing.

And pretty much the antithesis of deserted beaches and giant Redwood forests.

Cable car tracks.