We awoke this morning feeling well rested from our slumber in hotel beds. You would be surprised what comforts you begin to miss the further you travel from home. Sorry I digress – our ‘plans’ for the day included the San Fran sights: the crooked street, the Golden Gate bridge, and some sushi. Mary and I checked out and gathered some information while Zack headed to the car. As we rounded the corner the look of dismay on Zack’s face began to tell a story that no one wanted to hear. Sometime between 1am and 11am the car was broken into and pillaged. Among things taken were our sleeping bags, some gas money, souvenirs and a bag of dirty clothes. At this point we all agreed that we had enough of the city life so we headed north. With the use of a vacuum, and a few bucks in quarters we cleaned the car and cleared our minds. We decided not to allow this to adversely affect our trip, we will forge on, and that is what we did. We found a local diner (called Bubba’s – apparently made famous by being shown on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives) where we ate our selves stupid and made some necessary calls. With full belies and rejuvenated hearts we piled in the car for the long drive up the coast to Lakeside, OR. As we dove north the changing views of the northern California coast continued to entertain us. Along with singing, dancing, makeshift window coverings, Paul Bunon and perhaps a dinosaur, our longest drive yet had come to an end. We were greeted in the late hours of the night with hugs and warm beds.
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