Bodega Bay on a Foggy Day from Doran Beach Campsite |
After the morning rituals I walked 20m down to the beach, and walked along the shore towards the breakwaters. The sea was fairly calm and clear. The sky hung heavy with fog. I still dressed as I did in Arizona and Death Valley; shorts and T-shirt. The rest of the campsite wore trousers of some description, pullovers, jackets and hoods. There was something wrong with my biological makeup, or maybe they were all wimps. Perhaps I had just cracked up but hadn't realised it yet. I could hear seals past the second breakwater, but I'd have to travel all the way around the bay to investigate, so I dropped that idea. But it was a good feeling to be walking by the sea again, and smell the salt in my nostrils.
Bodega Church Without "The Birds" |
The church was easy to spot. However its modern stained glass windows would be totally out of place in the film now. I took a couple of pictures and got chatting with some American couples about the film. They were a tad older than myself, and were scratching their heads as to who starred in it. All I could add was that Hitchcock usually had a walk on part in his films. One of the women told me that one of her sisters-in-law, who now lived in the US, came from England, and wondered if I knew her. Hmm... I had to smile at that, and she saw why I was perplexed. She couldn't remember her maiden name, which I suggested didn't help matters either. However, her married name was Klimper, Wickie Klimper. I asked her where the name Klimper came from. She didn't know, she just knew that her ancestors were German. I had to confess my ignorance. We chatted about my trip, and one couple said they did a tour of Europe not too long ago; they flew to London, got the train to Brussels, then a coach through Germany, Switzerland, Austria and France before flying back from Paris. By all accounts it was a wonderful trip. We wished each other safe onward journey and they were gone.
Bodega School - Still No Birds |
The old school sat vacant and condemned until June 1966, when Tom and Mary Taylor purchased it. With the help of their three children, they lovingly restored the Italianate structure to its original splendour.
The 6,000 square feet space was still owned and operated by the Taylor family. The old school served as a residence for three generations of their family. They still lived there.
Tomales Bay |
Blue Skies at Last |
Campsites around San Francisco were few and far between. There was one indicated at Pacifica some 20 miles south, which was just off Highway 1, so I targeted that one. I got there and it was an RV park, no tents allowed. I explained I used the van and no tent. That seemed reasonable to them, as long as I had curtains, which I explained I had. So far so good. Then the crunch question, how much? $69 per night. Without hesitation I said no, I could get a hotel room cheaper, to which they agreed. These places were only economical if there was more than one person, and I did not fit into that category. They put me onto a state site 15 miles further south. I arrived there, and they were full. They gave me a map of other sites a further 20 miles away, and I started calling in to those. I learned rapidly that this coastline is RV friendly, anything else and you have a struggle. Eventually I ended up heading inland up the Pescadero Creek, where I found a tent/van friendly site.
Golden Gate Bridge - Full Circle |
Pescadero Creek Campsite |
It soon got dark in this forest. However, it seemed to be colder up in the hills than it was in Bodega Bay, the yardstick being could I sit outside with a cold beer and stare at the stars. For one thing I couldn't see the stars for trees, and I would need to put layers on to keep warm. Not to worry, I would be heading further south in the morning.