To move is the great affair. I like this Stevenson guy. She told us how to get back on the highway and we wound our way through the twisted knots of the San Francisco streets until we made it to the Stanford campus in Palo Alto. The Stanford campus has a relaxed elegance to it, like a European convent without the nuns. A beautifully painted chapel anchors the view of the main quad.
Red roofs cap the tops of the tan walls all around.
Hoover Tower stands tall above the rest of the campus so Kenny and I decided to go up get a better view. The university was founded in his memory and is officially named Leland Stanford Junior University. The sun roof on my old Celica was opened once again as we headed east out of San Francisco. Kenny studied the map as I drove. We decided we'd find Highway 82 and drive east toward Yosemite National Park until the highway ended.