Saturday, September 20th, 2014

I’ve spent a lot more time writing up Part Four of our trip to California because, as it turns out, my notes aren’t as good as I thought they were. What I’d written made me think of where we were on another day, and the result was that I wrote a whole bunch of stuff that happened but not on Monday.

Then there were the photos. I knew I’d taken a lot more photos than I could find in my camera, on my computer and in the Google cloud. Turned out there were a couple dozen on a laptop that I haven’t used in months. Looking them over, I got myself reoriented in time and space and can now say with some confidence that this drivel is what we really, truly did on Monday, no kidding.

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  1. 1 This Is Drivel » Blog Archive » SF vacation said at 5:12 pm on September 21st, 2014:

    […] Monday morning we got some coffee at the historic Navarro general store then drove through the Navarro River Redwood Grove before stopping for breakfast at the Little River Inn, one of the good tips we got from the lady at Lone Oak. Then on to Mendocino, a hippy-dippy crafty town where we wandered from shop to shop for about an hour. A little further up the road I pulled off to see the Cabrillo Lighthouse on a whim; thought it was right there but turned out we had to hike about a mile through tick-infested grassland to get down to the point and back. Still had a nice time. We were almost killed in Ft Bragg when a truck driver who didn’t know the rules of a roundabout failed to yield to us. Turned on to the coastal highway which turned out to be one block long. Further down the main drag of Ft Bragg we stopped at the much-anticipated tasting room of North Coast Brewing, which is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays. Make a note. The gift shop at the brewery was open, though, and the nice lady there tipped us off to a restaurant in the harbor where their beer was served, so we went there for beer and macho nachos, a plate of nachos so big it takes macho men to eat it, or two hungry middle-aged travelers. We demolished that thing. Up the road a bit to make a stop at a the Pacific Star Winery, perched on the cliffs over the ocean where hundred-foot-tall breakers crashed ever so picturesquely against the rocks. Stayed overnight at MacKerricher state park where we could hear the surf crashing all night long, and I do mean crashing; it sounded like a continual train wreck out there and it seemed to get louder as the night went on. The gal at Pacific Star Winery said they had a big storm a day before and until then the ocean had been perfectly flat. […]