SF 13 | Point Reyes & Goodbye

 This is a series on my time in San Francisco! You can read Part OnePart TwoPart Three , Part Four , Part FivePart Six , Part SevenPart Eight , Part Nine, Part Ten , Part Eleven, and Part Twelve here.

The last day of the weekend after we went to Sonoma, our friend from New York visited again! We got to have our last sightseeing hurrah, with her: my husband was leaving the next day to ride his motorcycle back up the coast, home to Vancouver, over the next week and I had three busy weeks left working in San Francisco. She offered up her rental car to go wherever we hadn't been yet but really wanted to go, together! I had wanted to go hike-camp in Point Reyes while we were here, but we hadn't - so we drive out there for the day, instead:  

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It was a super-nice day the whole (long) drive there, and then as soon as we turned in to Point Reyes - which I hadn't realized covered such a large area! - we were under a large cloud, and by the time we drove out to where the lighthouse is, we were all fogged in and it felt like the end of the earth! Plus, it was freezing: we were all wearing hot-day clothes. We tried to brave it and walked out to a lookout, which both crazy scary and felt like the wind might carry us away! Seriously, there was a spot driving in the had sand-gust warnings. lol. We blew back to the car chattering, after trying to snap a few photos and deciding there's no way we could walk to the lighthouse:

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We hung out on one of the beaches nearby, South Beach, to make lemonade out of the lemon weather Point Reyes threw us and then admired the sights on the long drive back: the fog lifting as we left, of course.

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And that wraps up my photos for the trip! I had one last week living on the houseboat and I took a day off before the beginning of July to hanging around there and relax before I moved into the city. A friend from work invited me to join her family in Folsom for my first real, American 4th of July celebration - complete with fireworks! And then I stayed in a hostel downtown for my last few weeks there, and it just flew by: having coffee with everyone I could, saying goodbyes, and trying to wrap up my projects before flying back home for the next adventure...