Day three brings me into the trees.
Oakland is a layered cake of diversity. Chinatown is the first layer when heading east from Jack London Square. Tiny shops are filled with unusual items and the smell in the air reveals they are of foreign origins.
I walked from 10th to 34 Street, west of Lake Merrit, in search of Foothill Blvd., which is part of the original Lincoln Highway, but somehow missed it. When I reached the 580 freeway and Park Blvd, I decided it’s maybe better to cut off the large loop the highway makes south of Oakland, and started my assent up Park Blvd – the next layer of the cake.
A postcard of suburban America was Glenview, the first town I came upon and had a great breakfast at the Diggery Inn. The four Asian ladies, who run the place, were most gracious and the know what good beacon is.
Mountain Blvd to Thornhill Drive is where my walk in the park ended, because it was all uphill from there.
The view of San Francisco Bay at the top made it worth while and descending down into the first Redwood groves were the cherry on the cake.
Last night was my first night in the tent. I slept in the company of giants.