People save their entire lives to rock certain trips. Coastal cruise up the 1, for instance. But, when you reside in Cali - well, these trips are as easy as hopping in the truck and hittin' the road. The destination was San Francisco, a place I've always said I'd call home if I wanted to live the city life.
Funny how one persons SF can be so different that my San Fran. To me, it's meandering sailboats, the incredibly fresh sushi and sake at Atami (my forever perfect sushi joint), mist rising from crab pots and containers of giant crabs, mimosas at Zazie (along with shotgunning a spicy bloody mary at the chill bar next door), and brave/ass machiato's from Cafe Francisco. That's all I really need from the city to be satisfied.
It was a quickie trip and more impressive than the clean little city itself was the 14 hour ride back to LA. So much like Baja it hurts. Did all the things you're supposed to do on excursions like these - chowed on fish 'n chips (Rated Top 5 in the country by Coastal Living), wolfed down a bowl of creamy clam chowder, munched on somehow-warm ice cream, saw the hilarious seals lining the beach near Hearst Castle (ever seen seals make love?)...and just looped and rolled all the way down the painfully beautiful coast.
Now I've done it. Next up has to be Catalina.