The next morning began with the serious climb up hill. The occasional motorist would honk in support or give us the thumbs up. I have noticed that I’m pretty good at climbing since I don’t tire easily and leave Ken at a considerable distance.
The payback was sweet: 17 kilometers of downhill culminating with a greeting from the ocean at the very bottom. Totally worth it.
We had finally entered Mendocino, so far in my opinion, the best coastline in California. The town of Mendocino was fantastic too. We got talking to a woman at the post office that had been to Venice with her dance troupe. She said she loved Italian food, so I offered to make all of us some if she let us use her kitchen. Unfortunately her husband was not in the mood to host strangers in the house. I was so close to a plate of spaghetti al ragu’. Ken suggested we try again with somebody younger.
That night we had fish tacos and two pitchers of margheritas at the Little River Inn. We had been promised fresh abalone from our camp neighbors, but we got back too late. Another perfect day.
The payback was sweet: 17 kilometers of downhill culminating with a greeting from the ocean at the very bottom. Totally worth it.
We had finally entered Mendocino, so far in my opinion, the best coastline in California. The town of Mendocino was fantastic too. We got talking to a woman at the post office that had been to Venice with her dance troupe. She said she loved Italian food, so I offered to make all of us some if she let us use her kitchen. Unfortunately her husband was not in the mood to host strangers in the house. I was so close to a plate of spaghetti al ragu’. Ken suggested we try again with somebody younger.
That night we had fish tacos and two pitchers of margheritas at the Little River Inn. We had been promised fresh abalone from our camp neighbors, but we got back too late. Another perfect day.
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