View of a Mendocino coast headland. I love these and could look at them all day. It really creates a sense of peace.
Jim H. cresting another hill on the coast. He said that people would wonder why he is the always the last one to the top. He must have had Wheaties for breakfast this morning as he was the first one to the top of the first hill.
Ron on a descent in the oak-covered hills.
Cloverdale was named the second coolest small town in America for 2010. Robin and I were here on a Friday night in June. There was a town gathering at the central plaza. It seemed as if half the town was there and everyone knew each other. Food and vendor booths were set up and there was wine tasting. They do this each Friday night of the summer. Many people were walking through the town. It was nice to observe this going on.
As alive as the town may be on Friday nights, it was dead on this Monday night. We went to three restaurants that were closed before finding one that was open. In defense of its cool town image however, the proprietor of one closed restaurant invited us in for dinner anyway. I do not think that would happen in Denver. We wanted them to enjoy their day off so we respectfully declined the gracious offer.
Today was a day of great contrasts. We rode along the coastline for 18 miles, marveling at the spectacular headlands of the Mendocino coast. We turned inland and went through a redwood forest for 15 miles. As soon as we left the forest, we came into miles of vineyards. After this, it was up and down oak-covered hillsides for the final 26 miles of the day.
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