We left San Francisco this morning and, having stopped briefly at the Golden Gate Bridge, continued on though Sausalito and Marin on our way to Portland, Oregon. Following signs for Napa, we came upon Vallejo, the old stomping ground of the serial killer known as the Zodiac. Signs for Lake Berryessa gave me a little chill. It was raining, so we didn't stop until Williams, California. For lunch, I indulged in a Triple Whopper Meal at Burger King. As you'll see from the photo, it was quite large. The dime is included for scale.
Soon after Williams, we passed through the City of Shasta Lake. Sounds like one of those 'choose your own adventure' books. We stopped one other time during the day at the Weed Rest Area and were attacked by giant killer seagulls from hell.
Before long, we had reached the Pacific Northwest. The views on I-5 are really something. During the day, Dale and I listened to a lot of country music on the radio. Our favourite was a song that features the chorus "Ain't nothin' wrong with a hard hat and a hammer. God bless the working' man." Dale and I like both kinds: country and western. We entered Oregon expecting to stop in Medford. However, after 400 miles, we eventually quit at Grants Pass and found a motel. Here are some scenes from the day:
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