We managed to leave Houston quite smoothly. The flight was great, the landing was great, and the boys both loved the takeoff/landing experience. They both took naps on the plane. (I took a scotch on the rocks.)
We were picked up at the airport by a representative of the RV rental company. He showed us the ins and outs of RV operation. And when he asked where we'd like to go, we gave him a vague idea.
"You want the Muir Woods," he said. "A straight shot across the Golden Gate bridge that way."
Sounded great! And we'd get to see the historic Golden Gate bridge.
What the guy failed to tell us was that after the historic bridge crossing...we'd be taking a TEN-MILE JOURNEY OF DEATH!
Sheer cliffs dropping off into ravines, narrow roadways, speeding traffic and cyclists...and sheer cliffs dropping off into ravines. There were insane inclines and climbs. Danielle admitted that she thought we were all going to die. My opinion was not so uncertain. I KNEW we were all going to die.
My warmest and most respectable regards go to my father-in-law, Chris, for navigating the treacherous terrain. It was his first time driving an RV, and he was doing so in some of the most intimidating countryside in the country.
Needless to say, we won't be doing that again.
-Mark
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I had the nearly same experience driving south to Big Sur! One second's inattention at the wheel and you'd be hurtling down cliffs to the water below. I think there was maybe a little one-foot wire and post fence between the road and certain death!
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