The road from the little town

on the North side of the Golden Gate Bridge to Muir Woods had hair pin turns and while climbing steadily up also had dips. I was in the back seat, it was morning, nothing good could come from this! By the time we made it into the park I was pale green, when B pulled into the parking lot to look for a space I jumped out of the car. No plans were made to reconnect, I could hear laughter, I didn't care, I was so glad to be standing still breathing fresh air! By the time they found a spot I had recovered and was looking forward to walking through the park. But, I hadn't given any thought to getting back down to sea level. . .