Pacific Terminus

Trip Start Jul 02, 2010
Trip End Jul 16, 2010

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Friday, July 9, 2010

We entered Yosemite this morning and headed through the Park on the Tioga Pass Road. The climb was extremely steep at the beginning and we reached heights of almost 10,000 feet before plunging down the western Sierras. Yosemite is a wonderfully scenic place and combines the best of all the alpine features we have seen so far into one park; high snow-capped peaks, large open meadows with dozens of streamlets and creeks coursing through them, alpine lakes and ponds, and thick stands of cedar, pine, and other evergreens. The Tioga Pass Road – or US 120 – makes its way across the northern portion of the park and there are wonderful vistas into the Yosemite Valley including views of some of its famous landmarks like Half-Dome.

Perhaps the curviest road in America dropped us thousands of feet into the central valley of California. The land was smooth golden grass hills with stands of hardwoods. A farm or two would be sprinkled every couple of miles along the route with hand-painted signs advertising fruits and vegetables. It was rustic and quaint and stood in stark contrast to the bay area we were about to enter into. Just before San Francisco the interstate cut through dozens of windmill farms with hundreds of towering fans churning electricity in the high hills before the coast.

Our route circled the San Francisco Bay so that we could enter the city across the Golden Gate which we declared the symbol of our Pacific Terminus. The Golden Gate is not the biggest or longest bridge that I have ever crossed but there is still something grand about it and it is still an impressive structure to behold. We continued on Highway 1 through the city and headed toward the small seaside town of Pacifica where we would be spending a couple of nights.

Our hotel sat on a small stretch of dark sand called Rockaway Beach and we could not have asked for a better place to relax and unwind. Two large promontories of wildflower covered ridges jutted out into the sea surrounding the beach and sharp isles of rocks stuck out of the crashing ocean waves at the point of each. As I settled in a little Hannah walked along the beach and spotted a whale swimming off shore. That night we had a few glasses of wine and a nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking our small secluded beach as the sun set. We raised our glasses and toasted to the journey of a lifetime for us both and the experiences we had enjoyed so far . . . and we still had a whole country to explore on the way back home. It was easy for us both to smile at the thought of that.
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Kevin Etheridge on

Well played on the prose my man.

Pardon my ignorance, but is 120 and the Pacific Coast Hwy one in the same. I'm a little geographically challenged, so excuse my confusion.

The blog has really been on point.

I'd love to add some sarcastic comment at this point and I'm sure I could manufacture one, but it'd be completely disingenious.

You guys have a great remainder of your trip.

Seth Blackwell sends his love...

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