Traveled to San Francisco with a friend a few weeks back. It was an odd trip, not unpleasant, but denigrated by its position in the middle of a hectic work week. Sleep deprivation made the ordeal feel entirely unreal, and ten hours of driving left plenty of time to build rage.
It rained for the whole trip, unfortunately, and our collective lack of sleep made for some compromised immune systems on our return. We attempted also to see the Exploratorium, but were hindered by a lack of parking. I’m told that one should not bring a car. Better to fly in and take the BART everywhere.
After the Exploratorium plans fizzled and our parking meter ran out, we made it a point to get lost. We cut through backwoods houses for overly wealthy white people in an area that could have been called Deliverance County. Eventually, we stumbled upon a redwood forest.
This was quite cool, despite our utter lack of preparation. We had no umbrellas, nor had we rain gear or close toed shoes. It was just an hour of wandering in the rain wearing flip-flops and hoodies. We were soaked to the bone by the time we got back in the car, and I’m fairly certain we spent more time driving there and trying to park than we did walking, but so goes life. 2 hours of prep, 10 minutes of fun. Worth it all the same.
