Sunday 10 September 2000: Into the woods, with a pilgrimage on the way

Jon: Rising early, the faithful pilgrims toiled along the last stretch toward Mecca. Pausing only once to ask directions of a helpful native, the brave adventurers finally laid eyes upon the holy of holies. De Anza is the street, and east is the direction.

Elisabeth: After taking eight million pictures of empty corporate offices and cheap signs, and after waiting in line behind another pair of Mac cultists, Jon finally let us eat.

Man does not live by bread alone.

We left Cupertino for San Francisco, where after travelling through some city streets we crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge. (No toll northbound!) The pictures taken from our speeding car of the of the nifty houses on the hill didn't turn out for some reason.

I was obeying the speed limit. Lunch was in some boring little "picturesque" town (Ukiah). The rest of the drive was lovely - as we finally got into tree-country. Stopped for the night at Humboldt State Park. Played in a river which flowed both ways, burnt tongues on reheated Simla potatoes, and turned in early.

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