June 9th, 4:00 PM
odometer this morning 759.0
noon - ~ 820

I'm at a restaurant called "The River's End" which is a couple hundred feet above the mouth of the Russian River. I rode awhile this morning before breakfast, so this is either a late lunch or early dinner. I guess dinner. After this I won't be in much of a mood to ride for awhile. It's 28 miles to the next town, so I suppose I should eat now anyway.

Rt 1 so far has been a lot rougher than I had thought - sort of all up and down. Although billed as the Shoreline Highway, it spends a lot of time inland, probably because of cliffs along the ocean. A lot of today was on rolling hill type farmland, whereas yesterday was more rocky and mountainous. The area I'm now in is sort of in between, but there are numerous beaches along the way (at the foot of 100' high hills).

I'm getting into what will not be the last I'll see - fog. It's the type made by cold air (as in headwind) blowing over the water later to dissipate inland.

I rode along Tomales Bay with a couple of cyclists from San Fran, one who graduated in Math in 1965. Later on I met someone else who saw me yesterday in Pacifica, south of San Fran. (Both cases were people who drove up from wherever for a day long ride.)

This restaurant is sort of weird - the bar is mostly peopled by locals, the dining area by travelers who I guess are avoiding tourist traps.

Hmm. The fog is now thick enough to obscure the view we're supposed to see. Sigh.

June 10th, 10:45 AM
Odometer at camp: 840.4

Breakfast in a place called Gualala, overlooking a foggy Pacific. Supposedly the first fog here in quite a while. The fog has been dissipating since I stopped, so maybe the sun will come out later on. I seem to be overlooking an ocean-made salt-water lake caused by waves depositing sand to close the entrance to a bay. The waves outside are pretty big - looks like a bit of a challenge to go swimming in them and probably awfully cold, so I won't even try.

After leaving Jenner, (where I had dinner yesterday), I had to climb a huge hill (as opposed to a little mountain?) When I finally got down from it, I was back in rolling hill country and camped some 7 or 8 miles after that in Salt Point Park. Went 81.4 miles yesterday which isn't too bad for a second complete day of riding. If things go as in ski weeks, I should have been the sorest this morning and improve form here on out. Suppose I should really try to tell you where I'm going instead of where I've been, but map isn't handy now. Will be on Rt 1 all day long.

Time to get moving again.

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Written 2024 May 30, last updated 2024 May 30.