October 08, 1998.  Thursday.  No time.

   Day 9.  No miles.  Finally.  I told my dad it would take from 4-7
days to make it to San Jose, California from Anchorage, Alaska.  And
on this day, this day, I would make it.  It should have taken me another
day or two.  At this point, I've averaged about 350 miles of driving
per day.
   Stopped in few places at the last town (or first) in Oregon.  Went
into Fred Meyer's and bought some more turkey rolls.  Then went to the
dollar store to find some bumper stickers, but they didn't have anything
I wanted.  Then I stopped at a tourist shop and bought some an Oregon
sticker.   It was the last opportunity I had to buy stickers.
   Drove into California and had to stop at the border so they could
check if people were caring fresh fruits or vegetables.  The man
asked if I was from Texas, and I told him that's where I was heading.
He gave me a tourist map of California, and said, "You may need this."
   Drove the Redwood National Forest, where the trees were huge.  The
trees covered the road, making it cool here on a warm California day.
This was definitely a beautiful place to drive through.  At the
southern end of Ocean city was a motel which only cost $23.
   The rest of the day was spent driving into San Fransisco.  I had
originall intended to take Highway 1 along the coast, but decided I 
should try to make it to San Jose; so I stayed on Highway 101.
   While heading to San Fransisco, there was a program where a psychic,
who I can't recall the name of,
was telling callers their futures.  Many of the callers were
worried about their love lives.  Some of the psychic's replies were
generic, but she did make exact predictions, for example, what month
a person will meet someone.  People got so happy when they heard good
news.  This was a regular program.  Here's what I have to say:  In our
lives, if we want to make changes, we have to get up and do it.  If
people let their dreams go by, then that's exactly what will happen,
their dreams will go by.  All of us can control our destiny in some way
or another.
   She did give one piece of advice which was interesting and made much
sense.  One caller asked about relocating to start things over, and the
psychic replied generally people relocate, but they tend to resurrect
the same life, so nothing has really changed, except the scenery.
   Arrived in San Fransisco after nightfall.  The toll on the San
Fransisco bridge was $3.  Dang, that's the most expensive toll I've
ever encountered; however, there were tons of cars using the bridge.
The lady at the toll booth said to exit Highway 1, and drive until
reaching 287, which would go to San Jose.
   Driving on the hilly narrow roads of San Fransisco was not too fun.
I made a right turn one turn before reaching 287, and ended being lost 
for over an hour.  At one light, there were sirens, but people went
once the light was green, but I looked in all directions before going.
I was one the first car in my lane.  Like I've always known:  Most
people in this world do not have a great deal of common sense.
   Finally, I stopped and a woman gave me directions to get out.  
19th Avenue will connect with 287 South.  Arrived at 11:00 pm in San
Jose at my cousin's house.  My dad was happy to see me.  This is the
longest span of time my dad and I have been apart.
   I would spend the next 3 days in California before heading home to
Texas with my dad.