Our last and final stop on the road trip was San Francisco. It's always a treat to visit; the weather was perfectly chilly, and the sights are rarely (if ever) disappointing. Unfortunately, I didn't really have the chance or time to venture off and scour some thrift shops or record stores like I would have loved to. Nonetheless, the trip was lovely and spent with lovely people. Besides, there's always next time.
On the road to San Francisco from Central California. I think this was one of my last shots before I passed out and woke up to the Oakland Bridge. I love windmills.
Yes indeed, we made my grandma do this. She's hilarious, and a fantastic sport.
Wine country is so gorgeous. Driving through miles and miles and miles of nothing but vineyards was one of my favorite parts. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the sights outside as we drove past. Don't get me wrong, I love big cities too, but nothing is more relaxing than seeing fields of green and land that is properly taken care of. Otherwise, I do still love SF. Of course. If I weren't deathly afraid of earthquakes, I might actually consider living there. The weather is glorious, they have a great music scene, and there's plenty to see and do. Alas! Many are much braver than I am.
