In April of 2012 I drove down the coast of America to San Francisco. It was a very beautiful drive for me, sunsets and seals were involved, and a perfect way to start off the trip [see The Road to San Francisco]. I had about a week.
When I arrived in San Fran, I realized that I’d be walking everywhere. I parked my car in a garage, pulled out my camera and toothbrush and walked it up to my hotel room. I had rented the cheapest place I could find, in the most central, downtown location I could find. As it turned out, it was right in the heart of San Francisco, exactly where I wanted to be.
The hotel room was pretty cool. I couldn’t help but feel I was following in the footsteps of some of my rock and roll idols that have played and hung around in the places I was heading to. Whatever I gotta do to make the dream come alive, right?
Each of my days I would spend wandering around; walking in a new direction with only my camera and bright eyes leading me. It was a beautiful trip. I met many very interesting faces, and talked to many interesting people.
I would do it again in a heart beat.
