I’m about to head out again and my return may be along Canada’s Yellowhead Highway. This reminded me of another trip I took across Canada along the world’s longest national road, the Trans-Canada Highway. This amazingly long road runs from Victoria, BC in the west to St. John’s, NL for a total distance of 4,860 miles. Funny trivia? Each end has a marker which identifies itself as “Mile 0” … neither wanted to be the end of the TCH! See below:
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My path started with scouring New Mexico and ended with meandering San Francisco. Red rocks of Utah and the Great Basin of Nevada lie in between. My theme was just to get to MacWorld but there were so many delicious small trips along the way that I had to tie them together here.
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Averaging almost 800 miles per day, I had only the one goal of getting home. Five weeks is a long time to be away from family; I was homecoming-ready.
While not the most direct path, the route I drove was likely to avoid bad weather during the heart of winter. Very unlike me, I stayed on Interstate Highway System the whole time. It’s wildly difficult for me to fight the temptations of visiting attractions but I had a goal which helped. I wanted to learn how quickly I could cross the country by car. I now know: four days. The most direct path would have been six hours shorter so DC-to-SF can be done comfortably by a single driver in 3 1/2 days.
“Comfortably”?
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You can’t put me in a lovely bike-able setting on a gorgeous day and not expect me to head out. Without the bike I’d hike but my little foldable was just sitting there wanting to be ridden. The first afternoon I focused on familiar turf, the waterfront near where I was staying. That ride was around 14 miles in length while the following ride was 27 miles in length. The second ride was more a grand tour of the city’s periphery.
The first ride started off around Fisherman’s Wharf and continued all along the waterfront down into the industrial areas. Eighty percent of this ride was unbelievably nice but it got a bit uninteresting when all I saw were warehouses.
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I’d driven enough of the Marin Headlands to piece together a bike ride in case the weather cooperated … and it did! This area on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge consists of federal parks and the town of Sausalito. All of it perfectly beautiful and all funneling into the Golden Gate Bridge. Why not bike it all and then across the bridge and back? Why not!
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Since 1968 I’ve wanted to visit this lighthouse which has guided ships to the Golden Gates for almost 150 years. From 1968 to 1971 I lived in the Bay Area while my father attended law school. Even then before the government started to free-up lands and build parks there was much to see and do. However, my recollection is that this lighthouse was off-limits and remains fairly inaccessible even today. Nowadays you can visit Point Bonita Lighthouse but only for three hours each Saturday and Sunday afternoon.
The bridge span to the lighthouse can only support two people at a time.
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I woke and scampered to catch the Golden Gate Bridge at dawn. The day before had been terrible but that often clears the air. Though air polution isn’t a problem that stays around in this windy city, a rain and a cooling can reduce humidity. What I found didn’t match my expectations but it was beautiful.
I spent the day sitting still for a change but was drawn outside by what turned into a nice day. Driving around the Marin Headlands was going to be useful to get my bearings and help me plan my time. Turns out it was also beneficial for seeing the bridge in a different, mid-day light.
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Several times I’ve driven segments of the road around Lake Tahoe. Over the course of three visits I still hadn’t driven the western shore. Today my goal was to make it happen … and it didn’t.
But I get ahead of myself!
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Everyone knows about the Rockies and the Colorado Plateau and everyone knows about the Sierra Nevada mountain ranges but what about the land in between? The region in between is called the Great Basin and is occupied largely by the State of Nevada. Filled with north-south mountain ranges separated by wide valleys (as seen above), what little water falls in this region stays in the region hence the name “basin”. It’s across this ripply arid land that I drove today.
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I awoke to a flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Bryce Canyon to my east and Zion Canyon to my west, I was smack dab in the middle of nowhere with no repair services for tens of miles. No matter! As a road warrior I’ve become adept at changing tires and getting repairs. This time was no exception but tire repair would have to wait because Zion Canyon National Park was calling.
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