The next morning, I was off again!
This time I took the coast the whole way. It was breathtaking. Even in fog.

I stayed at two motels on my way back to San Francisco. My excuse is that is was rainy, rainy.

I stopped at a picnic area on the beach for lunch one day and wrote a short list of things I’d seen/learned:

-How stunning the coast can be in a storm — and how utterly dreary.
-Rain that turns to little snow drops that dissolve instantly — you wouldn’t even know it was snow if it didn’t look like a bunch of white fleas attacking your windshield.
-And then it turns into giant plops of snow that drift elegantly from heaven.
-Oregon is where I’d go to hitchhike, bike or drive the coast again.
-The cost you save at a motel versus a hotel means: no hallways, little heat, no free shampoo, no alarm clock, no sound barrier through paper walls.
-College towns are where you should go to find cute coffee shops but not cheap hotels — go to casino towns for that.
-You can’t pump your own gas in Oregon, and you can’t tip the gas attendant. That’s just … nice!
-Road trips are most lonely when you get into cities and least lonely when you are busy having your breath stolen by the scenery.

Here are some more photos. And, yes, I drove on the beach. Don’t worry ’bout it.