I had way too little time in the Bay Area. It was great to visit my (favorite) sister Pat, but there were several other people I meant to get together with, if only there had been more time. Sometimes I wonder how I can be pressed for time when time is my greatest asset. Pat suggested I schedule too much. Being retired can be like being the kid in the candy store: I finally have time to do all the things I’ve always wanted, on a vacation with no ending. Too bad I forgot to prioritize all those things I wanted to do. Any way, in May I will be heading north again, so if you were cheated out of a visit this time through, look for me then.
Leaving the bay, I headed south and east. I paid for a campsite one night, a county park, $15 big ones for something I usually find for free. But there was a shower with hot water and almost no one else in the park, so I took the bait. My mistake. The crowd showed up at 10:30 PM, half an hour after “quiet hours.” A late arrival didn’t deter them from cranking up the music and having a party. It was after mid-night when I fell asleep with earplugs in. They were still having a great time. Free campsites are almost always better. At least you get your moneys’ worth.
The road was like this for 10 miles.
My next stop was just that: a free campsite. This time I was in the Sequoia National Forest. Despite the warm sunny weather, they still consider it winter there, so traffic was light. And the roads were amazing. I spent several days making the run from Springville to Pierpoint Springs and back, with my campsite somewhere near the middle.
One last view as I departed after four days of riding back and forth on this road. It didn't get old, I left because the forecast called for rain.