We were on one of the most beautiful stretches of Highway One we had seen yet, a swooping descent followed by a corresponding climb. Bruce, with his wider gear range, was happily spinning away while I pushed harder & pulled ahead. I got to a driveway at the top & pulled over to wait. There were all sorts of signs posted: "Beware of attack chicken!" (ha! Sort of a Monty Python attitude); "The last car that parked here is still missing!" (uh, maybe a bit rough); then on the mailbox, a handwrtten sign: "hate mail." Then I noticed the flag, which reminded me of the Nazi era flag in Germany. I did not stop to take a picture. I guessed Bruce could find me at the next driveway.
The wind today - much better. For the next two days it will be our friend. Bruce found some chain lube for his bike at a motorcycle place in Point Arena with Zen in its name, we had a good lunch in Elk and found our place in Mendocino. We had dinner at the Moosse Cafe at Rosemary's suggestion _ it was very good, we took a short walk in town that included great ice cream, and we are ready to sleep for a lot of hours.
With the tailwinds we plan to do a lot of stopping to look around tomorrow. The wildflowers are blooming riotously. Bruce can't wait to identify some more.
wow! there are some bike-haters in Sonoma + Mendocino. I snapped a pic last year near Occidental that said "beware, buttholes on bicycles." it was kinda spooky to think I was riding my bicycle on the same road as the person who posted that sign was likely driving his car.
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