Leaving San Francisco, we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge and down Highway 1, a narrow road that winds tightly through the hills to the coast and along the Pacific. We stopped at Muir Beach Overlook as the sun was setting. The view was breathtaking, extending from the lights of San Francisco on the left to tall, craggy cliffs and outcroppings on the right. A narrow walkway extended out onto a rock promontory, providing another view of the incredible landscape. Once it was too dark to see, we traveled on to Stinson Beach, a small, picturesque beach town where we stopped for a good dinner. Armed with Gary and Andy's GPS, we decided to take a "scenic" route home along a road that was unmarked on our paper maps. It turned out to be an insane, one-lane, snake with one hairpin turn after another. It wound through the hills with no guardrails and incredible drops to every side. Massive coastal redwoods lined the road, which stretched on for 17 miles (at about 20mph). We drove the whole way without ever seeing another car or any sigh of human activity. Ron nicknamed it "Yeti Boulevard," since he was convinced a Big Foot was going to jump out of the shadows (which did seem like a possibility).