A drive up memory lane

(Clockwise from Top L) Flintstone House; Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach; Kneeling Statue of Father Junipero Serra; Entrance to Stern Grove in San Francisco
[Disclaimer: Bridge photo is my own, but the other three I found online because I was driving safely and couldn’t stop.]

I woke up still feeling the glow of last night’s excitement! I enjoyed an early morning visit with my hosts, who are some of my favorite people. And before heading home, I had the pleasure of two incredibly delicious, homemade lattes to perk me up for the two-plus-hour drive across the Bay Area. Hugs all around, and I was on my way.

The drive north was surprisingly nostalgic; it was the route Mama and I often took when I was little to get from the South Bay to San Francisco on weekends, where we’d see live public radio broadcasts or sing sea shanties inside a boat at the wharf. Yep, I kid you not.

Anyway, along this well traveled path, I always noticed what locals fondly call “The Flintstone House.” It was recently sold and the new owners added giant dinosaur statues. Today I saw it for myself, just a glimpse, but it was perfect!

Moments later, along the same stretch of highway, kneels an enormous statue of Father Junipero Serra. I remember asking Mama if he was kneeling like that because he had to pee. I was about four then. Mama always used to tell me about the time when someone strung a tire from rope around Father Serra’s outstretched finger, making it appear he was playing with a yo-yo. I have always enjoyed this stretch of highway, despite its lack of conveniently available toilets.

A beautiful day for a rest stop at Baker Beach in San Francisco

Next I arrived in the city and was flooded with memories of my various apartments, jobs, and friends during the years I lived there. As I made my way through the Sunset District, I spotted the entrance to Stern Grove. I remember taking my beloved Abby there for Boston Terrier Meet-Ups; it was the first place I let her off leash post adoption, and the other Boston parents assured me she’d come back. I need not have worried.

Just before I got on the Golden Gate Bridge to leave the city, I took a quick rest at Baker Beach. Stopping at the beach on my way home is one of the things I miss most about living in Santa Cruz. Smelling that fresh ocean air while listening to waves crash powerfully is a solace to my soul. The 10 minutes I spent experiencing the beach was pure bliss.

Then I got back on the road, crossed the iconic bridge, and sat in traffic throughout the North Bay. The scenery was more cows than vineyards, but I listened to Jack Johnson to stay calm, and then Alice Radio when the cd began to repeat.

Today’s #OneGoodThing was a lovely drive up memory lane, including a rest stop at the beach! Also, thanks for the excellent coffee, Galen!

Bonus #OneGoodThing: Mama and I ended the day with a great check-up appointment with her primary care doctor. We felt like she really listened and cared about us. Mama and I are both very glad to be in her care!

Day 44 of 365. And Day 775 in a row (here’s the first 366 & the following 365)!

1 year ago today: A gift of blue eggs

2 years ago today: Making sushi with a friend

What was your #OneGoodThing today? Please share in the comments!

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