"...and the government shuddered back to life!"
Was up around 7 this morning, so excited with the government return to work.
Around 9 we had breakfast in the hotel dining area, relatively lean selection in terms of options, but something to go on in any case.
Before leaving Fort Bragg we ventured down to the Glass Beach. As suggested to us, a small area of the beach is loaded with sea glass, more than I've ever seen in any one place. Most of the pieces are small and I didn't see any blue glass but there was green, brown, and clear glass mixed in with the beach gravel. As one would hope, the local rules prohibit collecting any of the glass though it's a difficult rule to enforce I'm sure.
Just to the south we came upon the Point Cabrillo Light. After a long 1/2 mile walk (later determined to be 0.7 miles each way), we arrived at the lighthouse. We took the usual pictures and I was able to get a lighthouse stamp and several cards. Along the walk to and from the lighthouse we saw wild berries and a lonely apple tree.
Within a couple miles of the Cabrillo light we entered Cabot Cove, ME aka Mendocino, CA. Sheila wanted to stop here as a nostalgic look back to the long running series "Murder, She Wrote". You remember, the quaint town with the highest murder rate in the country. Well we found the town and confirm that no murders were reported during our visit. We took a fair number of pictures so someday Sheila can look back at archived episodes of the show and say, "I saw that building and it's not in Maine!"
Continuing south on CA-1 we came upon the Point Arena Lighthouse. This lighthouse is tall and thin and sits way out on a bluff. The association that maintains the light charges a hefty fee for visitors, much more than any other lighthouse I have visited.
As it was the lunch hour, we stopped in Gualala at Bone's Roadhouse. Most online posts about the place were favorable, a few mentioned a dog and the flies. Some would call Bone's a biker bar, others might say a dive. For today we didn't sit at an ocean view window, as we politely surrendered the table to the flies. In some way all of the descriptors of Bone's are accurate but in my opinion, the burger I had was the best of the trip, and for a topper it was complimented by Mac & Cheese. Sheila had bar-b-que, Diane had smoked turkey and Greg another burger. We all cleaned our plates, not leaving much for the flies. I should comment on the decor; the ceiling was adorned with a collection of U.S. and foreign currency, mainly $1, $2 & $5 bills along with numerous license plates from a wide variety of states and countries. A notable quote from one of us was, "I wonder what the CDC (Center for Disease Control) would think of this place?" Oh, did I mention the flies? At least we weren't visited at the table by the local dog. In summary, I'd go back in a heartbeat, not sure about the others.
We then continued along the winding and treacherous CA-1. The entire CA-1 experience to date has been exactly that, an experience. Today we came upon a one lane blockage caused by a log hauler having lost its rear dolly which resulted in its logs being dumped across one lane of traffic. Naturally the incident occurred on a hairpin turn; just an example of the exposures encountered in order to experience this extraordinarily scenic drive through the big trees and along the coast, actually sometimes I suspect those riding on the passenger side felt they were suspended over the coast, dangling over the precipitous edge.
We cruised right through Bodega Bay and found our way to Petaluma, a big city considering where we've been for the past ten days or so. There we found another Best Western and checked in for the night. No dinner needed tonight, we're still digesting the burgers and flies, I mean fries from lunch.
Tomorrow is rendezvous day. Looking forward to our meet up with Chris, Denny, Pat and Jack in Monterey.
Was up around 7 this morning, so excited with the government return to work.
Around 9 we had breakfast in the hotel dining area, relatively lean selection in terms of options, but something to go on in any case.
Before leaving Fort Bragg we ventured down to the Glass Beach. As suggested to us, a small area of the beach is loaded with sea glass, more than I've ever seen in any one place. Most of the pieces are small and I didn't see any blue glass but there was green, brown, and clear glass mixed in with the beach gravel. As one would hope, the local rules prohibit collecting any of the glass though it's a difficult rule to enforce I'm sure.
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| Point Cabrillo Lighthouse |
Just to the south we came upon the Point Cabrillo Light. After a long 1/2 mile walk (later determined to be 0.7 miles each way), we arrived at the lighthouse. We took the usual pictures and I was able to get a lighthouse stamp and several cards. Along the walk to and from the lighthouse we saw wild berries and a lonely apple tree.
Within a couple miles of the Cabrillo light we entered Cabot Cove, ME aka Mendocino, CA. Sheila wanted to stop here as a nostalgic look back to the long running series "Murder, She Wrote". You remember, the quaint town with the highest murder rate in the country. Well we found the town and confirm that no murders were reported during our visit. We took a fair number of pictures so someday Sheila can look back at archived episodes of the show and say, "I saw that building and it's not in Maine!"
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| Looking out over "Cabot Cove". |
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| Point Arena |
Continuing south on CA-1 we came upon the Point Arena Lighthouse. This lighthouse is tall and thin and sits way out on a bluff. The association that maintains the light charges a hefty fee for visitors, much more than any other lighthouse I have visited.
As it was the lunch hour, we stopped in Gualala at Bone's Roadhouse. Most online posts about the place were favorable, a few mentioned a dog and the flies. Some would call Bone's a biker bar, others might say a dive. For today we didn't sit at an ocean view window, as we politely surrendered the table to the flies. In some way all of the descriptors of Bone's are accurate but in my opinion, the burger I had was the best of the trip, and for a topper it was complimented by Mac & Cheese. Sheila had bar-b-que, Diane had smoked turkey and Greg another burger. We all cleaned our plates, not leaving much for the flies. I should comment on the decor; the ceiling was adorned with a collection of U.S. and foreign currency, mainly $1, $2 & $5 bills along with numerous license plates from a wide variety of states and countries. A notable quote from one of us was, "I wonder what the CDC (Center for Disease Control) would think of this place?" Oh, did I mention the flies? At least we weren't visited at the table by the local dog. In summary, I'd go back in a heartbeat, not sure about the others.
We then continued along the winding and treacherous CA-1. The entire CA-1 experience to date has been exactly that, an experience. Today we came upon a one lane blockage caused by a log hauler having lost its rear dolly which resulted in its logs being dumped across one lane of traffic. Naturally the incident occurred on a hairpin turn; just an example of the exposures encountered in order to experience this extraordinarily scenic drive through the big trees and along the coast, actually sometimes I suspect those riding on the passenger side felt they were suspended over the coast, dangling over the precipitous edge.
We cruised right through Bodega Bay and found our way to Petaluma, a big city considering where we've been for the past ten days or so. There we found another Best Western and checked in for the night. No dinner needed tonight, we're still digesting the burgers and flies, I mean fries from lunch.
Tomorrow is rendezvous day. Looking forward to our meet up with Chris, Denny, Pat and Jack in Monterey.
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