The final destination on our road trip was Santa Clara and
San Francisco. We went to look at the
house where I spent the first three years of my life. Nothing had changed. The house was still the same color, same
roof, etc. So much so that we didn’t
even take a picture of it.
We surprised an old neighbor, Vicki Garrison, by knocking on
her door because we couldn’t get a hold of her before the trip. My mom and Vicki reminisced about old soap
operas and Carl, Jr.’s salad bar with REAL bacon bits. Vicki accompanied us on our day trip to San
Francisco the next day.
There were two things I wanted to do while we were in the San
Francisco, see the Golden Gate Bridge and ride a cable car. None of these were achieved. We attempted to see the Golden Gate Bridge
but it was fogged in. We went down to
Fisherman’s Wharf and you could see it clearly, so we jumped in the car and
went back. It was fogged in again!
As far as the cable car went, the line was down the street
and around the block, and my mom refused to let me wait in that line. She swears I rode them before, but I don’t
remember.
I did get to experience Lombard Street, the crookedest
street in the world. It is popular for
it’s hairpin turns and it’s steep hill.
Finally, after three weeks, everyone was ready to go home
and we skipped Yellowstone National Park.
We made a beeline straight back to Kansas, stopping only to spend the
night when we were exhausted. Everyone
needed some space. It took us three
weeks to get there and four days to get home.
It was a road trip I won’t forget, but I’ll always call it by a
different name.
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