We have our coffee and then proceed north on Route 1 stopping to take pictures along the Tomales Bay. Did I say it was cold? It was, we never expected the Californian weather to be this cold in mid-July and with the sky still covered with fog, there was no opportunity for good photos. We leave the bay area and move inland still on route 1 pulling into Tomales a few miles later. We see a few old cars and it appears to be a get together of classics. We stop in front of Tomales Bakery and walk around admiring the cars. We step inside the bakery, the smell of fresh cookies in the air, we look at each other and coffee and cookies was soon in our hands. I see an old Alfa Romeo across the street, it brings back memories of childhood when my dad used to take me to see car races. Alfa Romeo's were some of the fastest cars back then. I admire the lines of the two jaguars parked next to a new BMW Z8.
We move on along the rocky coast stopping various times for pictures. We pass the Sonoma Coast State Beach, the famous coast is truly beautiful with all the rocks and alcoves. We were surprised to find the Portuguese Beach and wondered who had named the beach, most likely a Portuguese emigrant. (I was born Portuguese but changed my nationality in the early 90's)
I see two locals on the side of the road staring intently at us and probably wondering what all the noise was about as we zoomed by, I managed to quicly get the camera and snap a shot while riding.
We stop at the Bones Roadhouse for lunch and have a magnificent loaded barbecued burger with fries and a large coke. We rest for a while and then proceed north, passing some amazing looking trees and beautiful beaches through Fort Ross State Historic Park and Salt Point State Park, we pass beautiful little towns along the coast, Point Arena, Mendocino, Caspar near the Jackson State Forest and arrive in Fort Bragg late in the afternoon.
We find a motel a block away from the beach and after unloading the bikes I put on shorts and head to the beach. It was a cold day but before leaving New Jersey I had told my daughter I would be wetting my feet in the Pacific water somewhere in California but I was not prepared for how cold the water was. I step in the water and my feet almost froze, it was really cold, no way I would swim in this cold water.
I stroll along the beach taking pictures of the rock formations and admiring the beautiful flowers growing on the dark coastal rocks. It's amazing how these beautiful flowers are able to survive with the constant wind blowing in from the Pacific. They must have amazing roots to be able to hold onto the dark sand.
I return back to the room and after checking with my brother, I head alone to a local restaurant for dinner, he was too tired to go out. The restaurant happens to be a brewery and I quickly pick a four sampler of the local beer and add clam chowder and a shrimp and salsa salad with avocado for a light dinner, it was 9pm and the waiter had told me I was going to be the last customer, I was glad I had made it on time. The beer went down fast with my mouthwatering shrimp salad. I return to the motel for a good night sleep, the fog quickly engulfing the sleepy town. I take one last shot of the town at night with the ever present fog.
|Clam Chowder with Shrimp and Salsa salad|
|The constant fog|