Berkeley Hills, Muir Woods, Morro Bay
Started up in the Berkeley hills, where the whole bay lays itself out below you — the Golden Gate Bridge small in the haze, Alcatraz in front of it, and a fog bank sitting offshore that never came in. Boats scattered across the water like specks.
From there, over to Muir Woods. Roosevelt set it aside in 1908 under the Antiquities Act, and it's now 558 acres of old-growth coast redwood inside the Golden Gate National Recreation Area. The tallest trees run about 258 feet, and the main canyon stays cool even in mid-August, which was welcome after the open hillsides. Ferns down in the creek gullies, trunks close enough together that the sky only shows in strips. The trails climbing out of the canyon were nearly empty compared to the main loop.
Then the long drive south to end the weekend on the coast at Morro Bay. Wind off the water, a handful of trucks pulled in against the base of Morro Rock, and tire tracks looping across the sand flats in every direction.