The sun was waking up, stretching and yawning when we started our Thanksgiving journey. The wind wanted to change our minds by trying to blow Blacky off the road and gave us a break only after we crossed got into Oregon. At east of that point, the border between Washington and Oregon is a straight line which hits Idaho, while Columbia River decided to separate the two states at the west. We drove for a while and saw just desert on both sides of the river. By the time the nature exploded in beauty, the rain started pouring and kept going for a couple of hours. We were greated by Mount Shasta even before crossing into California and felt its impressing presence until the sun went to bed.

We got to the hotel (The Opal) in San Francisco at around 8:30, much earlier than we expected. While we were looking for a a more convenient parking than the one offered by the hotel (we found Sutter Place Garage, $15/day), we concluded that the area was not the safest possible. Sleeping proved to be quite difficult in the room on the first floor next to the busy elevator. The next morning we moved in a spacier room (and with a view) on the third floor.

• Driving to San Francisco
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• Driving in San Francisco
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