At 4:30am B and I were up with head lamps on packing up camp. I started tearing down the tent while B made breakfast. We were given an awesome Mountain House biscuits and gravy pack (Thanks Deb!) that we were pumped to try. Unfortunately, yesterday while we went to watch the sunset, a stinking bird came and pecked his way into the bag, taking some b's and g's with him and leaving some sand inside. B did the best he could, but the biscuits and gravy turned out to be some odd version of soup with a sprinkling of sand. It was warm and I was cold, so I ate it.
Before 5:30am we were back on the trail. We looked at the map the previous night and decided to take a different trail back to the car. It was a little longer, but the trail was more maintained which is really good for hiking in the dark. A little longer turned out to mean 2 miles longer, but we still finished our 6 mile hike in 2 hours. We were booking it! Our legs were so pooped and we just wanted to get on the road.. so we threw our bags into the car, took off our boots, and waved goodbye to the Redwoods.
B took the first leg of the trip. It was pretty foggy, but we had high hopes that it would die off by the middle of the day so we could enjoy driving down the coast. We stopped at Target to use the bathroom and have breakfast. I ran inside while B started to clean up the car. I came back carrying coffee and breakfast sandwiches and I reached B who had a look of bewilderment across his face. He seemed a bit frantic packing up the car and I asked if he was OK. He told me, 'Let's just try to get on outta here, sound good?'. I nodded and he came over to my side of the car. Apparently while I was gone for less than 10 minutes, a lot had happened to my boy.
First, he said that a freaking pirate came up to him and started chatting about weed laws in Colorado. He saw our license plate and just assumed we were going to be ready and excited to chat about weed. It's only a little frustrating that people just assume that those who live in Colorado are pot heads, it's certainly untrue. B said the guy had tattoos everywhere, his arms, his neck, and even his face. He went on to say that the man lives on a boat and sails all over the world. The guy was a super nice guy, and very well spoken, but told B to 'get on outta here, that this isn't a good place' and to 'not give a single thing to the people of Eureka.' B was a little confused, but not a minute later, a scraggly guy with holes in his clothes waltz by and asked for some money. According to our friend who grew up in California, there is a serious drug problem in the area we were in, Humbolt County.
We finished packing up the car and yet another person saw our license plate and struck up a conversation. It was an older gentleman who said, 'Colorado?! You guys just missed 3 feet of snow up there!' He was right, it had been dumping back home. B told him that we live right in the mountains and we were a little sad we missed the snow and his response was, 'Well, welcome to Eureka!' That was our cue to hop in the car and carry on.
The drive down the coast never cleared up, not once in the 400 miles we drove from the Redwoods to San Francisco. There was a rolling fog that we've never experienced before. It looked like dry ice, it was moving so quickly and spilling over the sides of the mountains. It was eerie and beautiful all at once. We pulled off a few times to get a glimpse of the beach, sometimes it was too foggy to see a thing, and other times the fog let up just a little to at least see the water. Although the fog made it hard to see, I really thought it was cool looking and didn't mind too much. The fog along the coast is really common, so I didn't let it get me down.
We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and entered San Francisco in a cloud of fog. I had ordered us a pizza to pick up on the way to our friend's mom's house. After a 10 hour day of winding roads, slow cars in a no pass zone, grumpy B from the fog, and a 6 mile hike before 8am, we were ready for a shower and bed. No, we don't have a single thing planned for tomorrow, but we don't care. First things first, sleep. With enough coffee, we will power through tomorrow with no plan.