Another black hole for breakfast eateries. We had to cycle 20 km to Jenner in order to have breakfast (coffee and a Danish). There was a gathering of seals just north of Jenner. We then pressed on to Bodega Bay to have one of the best bowls of clam chowder I had ever eaten.
The 1 then brought us inland to Valley Ford, Tomales and finally Point Reyes (another place one should stop in). Ken bought a copy of Dead Eye Dick for 1 dollar.
We were in reach of San Francisco, so Ken stopped dilly-dallying as he sensed I wanted to get there sooner than later. We aimed for Mont Tamalpais State Park, which would have allowed us an easy entry to San Francisco the morning after.
The ride after Olema was fantastic: another long downhill through a grove of Eucalyptus trees towards the banks of a lake into Stinson Beach. We decided to eat at The Sand Dollar before reaching the campsite. Little did we know that the campsite was located a further 4 miles uphill! We opted for a motel since we were tired and hadn’t showered since the night before.
The first place wanted 100 dollars; a nutter who introduced himself as Alphonse manned the second place. He had a limp, a raspy voice, and a wicked sense of humour. He brought us to a locked room and had trouble finding the key to unlock it. Ken asked for a knife and proceeded to unlock the door (tricks of the trade) and enter to find a couple of suitcases on the bed with some clothes strewn about. Confused, Alphonse rang his wife only to discover that the room had been leased to another customer.
Alphonse also worked as Stinson Beach's sole taxi driver. For 12 dollars, he offered to take us to the park in his truck - but only if we helped him unload some soil along the way. Another shrewd businessman.
We arrived at the park and were dismayed to discover that it too did not have showers. Whore’s bath, two nights in a row.
The 1 then brought us inland to Valley Ford, Tomales and finally Point Reyes (another place one should stop in). Ken bought a copy of Dead Eye Dick for 1 dollar.
We were in reach of San Francisco, so Ken stopped dilly-dallying as he sensed I wanted to get there sooner than later. We aimed for Mont Tamalpais State Park, which would have allowed us an easy entry to San Francisco the morning after.
The ride after Olema was fantastic: another long downhill through a grove of Eucalyptus trees towards the banks of a lake into Stinson Beach. We decided to eat at The Sand Dollar before reaching the campsite. Little did we know that the campsite was located a further 4 miles uphill! We opted for a motel since we were tired and hadn’t showered since the night before.
The first place wanted 100 dollars; a nutter who introduced himself as Alphonse manned the second place. He had a limp, a raspy voice, and a wicked sense of humour. He brought us to a locked room and had trouble finding the key to unlock it. Ken asked for a knife and proceeded to unlock the door (tricks of the trade) and enter to find a couple of suitcases on the bed with some clothes strewn about. Confused, Alphonse rang his wife only to discover that the room had been leased to another customer.
Alphonse also worked as Stinson Beach's sole taxi driver. For 12 dollars, he offered to take us to the park in his truck - but only if we helped him unload some soil along the way. Another shrewd businessman.
We arrived at the park and were dismayed to discover that it too did not have showers. Whore’s bath, two nights in a row.
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