18/7: I arrived in San Francisco at the 10th street Hertz office, returning Hanna’s and my silver Toyota Camry. This was also the location of my departure, in mom’s and my yellow Chevrolet Aveo. Not a very inspiring part of San Francisco. Maybe that made it slightly easier sitting down behind the wheel and getting on the freeway.
It went better this time, leaving. Arriving had been on the edge of catastrophy several times, the intense city traffic scaring me like nothing else. Not that the traffic was any less leaving the city, but I guess I felt more relaxed.
As soon as we turned off onto Highway 1, though, the cars became fewer and the road more interesting to drive.
And just about thirty minutes from downtown San Francisco, we reached this amazingly wild and windswept beach.
These lovely pink things covered the ground up on the bank. They are called Farewell-to-spring.
Feeling the sand between my toes. Magic.
The water was cold. Mom was screaming.
Katja Malmborg 