Bluejake

I'm moving up the coast quickly on large highways and country roads. Santa Cruz materializes in front of me in forty minutes or less. I ditch the car in some lot under the abandoned railroad bridge at the south end of the Boardwalk, and take a long walk down to the end of the long pier. After the second middling shrimp cocktail of the day, I take a half hour to relax on the beach before hitting the road again- this time aiming for the intersection of Sutter and Jones in downtown SF, and my old hangout spot, the Commodore Hotel. It's darkness when I pull up- but early enough for a walk through Chinatown, dinner in North Beach, and a nightcap at the Fairmont Hotel.

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