Day 7 dawned completely fogged in, which I imagine is fairly common in Northern California. I made my way south to the Avenue of the Giants through the billowing mist.
The visibility cleared up as I drove inland, and the sun was shining and bright by the time I got to the Avenue. Why don’t we have trees this big in New Jersey? They’re epic. I want one.
(Creepin’ on strangers as per usual, but I needed someone for scale!)
The Avenue of the Giants was surprisingly empty. Before arriving I had visions of sitting behind lines of cars and crowds in the forest. I almost thought I was in the wrong place when I got there and saw so few people! It made for a very relaxing drive — I actually ended up spending a little too much time here and fell pretty far behind schedule. This was going to be my longest driving day yet — 9 hours — and I still had 5 to go. So I regretfully had to tear myself away and get back on the 101.
When I arrived back at the coast, the fog had settled back in. I was staying at a hostel inside the Point Reyes National Seashore, but wanted to see if I could catch a glimpse of the picturesque lighthouse before settling in for the night.
Driving to the lighthouse was like driving on another planet. For about 30 minutes I was on an almost deserted road, unable to make out much of the landscape around me aside from the occasional cow. It reminded me of the Connemara in Ireland, which felt like some sort of alien moonscape.
The Point Reyes lighthouse area was pretty much deserted, but I came across these deer as I walked there from the parking area. How cool is this little guy, just emerging out of the fog like he’s starring in Wuthering Heights or something.
Sadly, the lighthouse was completely obscured by fog. But the walk there and back was perfectly moody so all was not lost!
I think everyone and their mother who has visited Point Reyes has taken this photo, but I had to snap one for myself as well.
My little deer friend greeted me once again on my walk back. After, I drove back in and out of the fog before arriving at the hostel. It’s set about 20 minutes off the main road, deep into the park. I didn’t realize there would be no cell service (or wifi!) which made for quite the off the grid experience. (That and the light wasn’t working in the bathroom for a while, so I showered by lantern which brought not entirely pleasant flashbacks of Hurricane Sandy.)
It was good to have no distractions though. The plan for the next morning was to wake up at 4:30am and drive an hour to catch sunrise on Mt. Tamalpais, so a 9pm bedtime was a good call.
Up Next: Last Day! Mt. Tamalpais and a quick driveby of San Francisco
Day 1: Seattle and Whale Watching!
Day 2: Olympic Peninsula
Day 3: Washington to Oregon
Day 4: Cape Kiwanda and Cannon Beach
Day 5: Multnomah Falls and Portland
Day 6: Oregon Coast and Crescent City