The weekend forecast was for fabulous, so... I went for a ride. Visited a few trees, my favorite boat, and the red school house. I am always amazed that California has flowers in January. Turning around in Mendocino I would overnight in Fort Bragg. It was still dark as I thumbed the starter in the morning, hopefully there wouldnt be much traffic. On the other side of the mountains the fog set in, forty one degrees and only four lines visible on the pavement. Traffic would come out of nowhere, pass me and disappear into the fog. At one point I thought Id tag along, at seventy five miles an hour gave up. Riding blind didnt seem like a good idea. The fog stayed for a couple of hours but even it was destine to leave. Breakfast would be at the Cookhouse in Samoa, always fun. Somewhere on the cliffs above Crescent City the temperature bounced off seventy degrees, what an improvement. I hung around the harbor awhile then headed for home.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 02:17:13 +0000
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