B and I left Martinez and headed off to Muir Woods. We were told it was a must since we weren’t going to Yosemite anymore due to the weather. The whole drive there, B and I were skeptical, we had no idea where we were at any point, God bless Siri. But the instant we overlooked the national forest, oh baby we knew we were there. The drive was a carsick homie’s worst nightmare but absolutely gorgeous. I swear on my life B has the best parking mojo, we got the closest spot possible and realized we were in for a good one.
Everyone knew what they were getting into except for us. I had on new clean white tennis and a hoodless leather jacket. Bubs was in better shape than me but yet again are Converse ever good hiking shoes? It was already raining but we figured we would just go for it. Being souvenir people we got our ish and only did a half-mile of the trail, true champions if you ask me. In our defense, not that we need any, the rain really started to pick up and everything was getting muddy and slippery and my hair was a huge puff ball. We took all of our necessary pictures to be National Geographic professionals and went on our way out, only to find out the roads were closed so we had to go back. Next stop was the Golden Gate Bridge.
Bubs knew of a lookout spot and when we got there, it was closed due to the weather. It would have been dope, I’ll tell you that much. So we decided to go across the bridge and try the other side.
HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN ON THIS BRIDGE?! IT IS IMMENSE! I was freaking out.
After some wandering we found a good spot to overlook the bridge and get some pictures. Once we were done we had no idea what to do next, we figured we could eat because that’s all we know how to do. We got some tacos that were recommended by a friend, I thought they were amazing but Bubs would shrug. Once again we were stumped at what to do, so we figured we could eat again at the Ghirardelli Factory even though we were already stuffed. I have no regrets; my $10 milkshake was the all the splendor that chocolate has to offer. We walked around Fisherman’s Warf because we felt obligated to tour the city, but we were over it so fast we hopped on the very busy road and headed back to San Jose.
Traffic was the death of me. It took a half hour to get to the freeway alone from the city and then bumper to bumper traffic all the way home. We were going nuts. Patience was gone and buttons were popping from all the food we consumed. By the time we finally made it back, B’s dad was at Granny’s waiting to take us to dinner. I stormed off to my room and lay on the bed in agony at the thought of getting in the car again as well as putting food in my mouth. But I rolled off the bed and did it anyways, that’s what you do for family; you stuff your face until you die. Heck, Granny got really close to Brayden’s face the other day with so much love in her eyes and said “I love that you eat food.” Bubs and I instantly went into a food coma once we got home and had dreams of open roads and empty stomachs.
March 20, 2017
