Hitting pause for a few days with family in Prescott feels we’re cheating, or at least procrastinating. But mom and dad took a decompression/sightseeing detour on their way to the border too. Six days after leaving Oregon we peeled off I-5 in a camper that looked like Frankenstein’s creation and played tourist in San Francisco.
Mom’s little pink journal catalogs the details that surprised her most in 1973:
- parking downtown 91c per ½ hour
- rode Bart, everything computerized – from ticket purchase to ride to rest room
- China Town – good coconut cookies
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