Headed Out

It's time to get on the road.
9AM.
on the road with a short stop by Lombard St. for Tanil.
Across the Golden Gate
Up the 101 in and through wine country with a stop of Seghasio Winery.
Nothing like a wine tasting at 10am on Monday Mornin.

Back in the car and veering west at he 128 through Mendo and towards Booneville and the Coast.
Thought about stopping here a Schramsberg Winery but probably would not have been able to do remainder of the drive that day.















Philo went by in a blink.




















Ft. Bragg for lunch at the North Coast Brewery but the restaurant was closed on Monday and Tuesday. What kinda backwards town doesn't have there ale house open everyday. Just Kidding. Seriously Though.

Tried to stop again up the street for lunch, BANG. Closed at 2:30, and its 2:30 on the dot.

So we needed food, and started to need a restroom before heading back into the 101 at Leggit.

Grabbed a pretty good burrito and some drinks at the a small market, but no bathroom for customers, and there didn't seem to be a bathroom anywear. Was thinkin about goin out in the open, but just didn't feel good about with people around and about, though not a lot of them. Well, I started to lose my cool, freaking out about why in the hell there are no bathrooms around, proceeding to drive us furthur up the road and onto 101 till we found one. Soon enough things worked out, I woofed down my burrito and we both got a needed bathroom break. Its a good thing when your traveling companion can laugh off any bit of seriousness that an impending meltdown may carry. Thanks God for that.














So with a bit of waning anxiety we make it into the Redwoods and towards our destination in Honeydew, CA. Off the 101 and up through these massive redwoods and down lane and half wide roads into the Mattole River Basin and Honeydew. It was like falling into a world i never knew existed. A friend had compared it the Shire, and its exactly what I would have thouhgt the Shire may llok like. Rolling hills, pastures, a wonderful river with a flood plain that prehistoric. Our little cabin at the Mattole River Organic Farm was small, a wee bit smaller than our first apartment. Rustic. Way Rustic. We settle in with some grub we picked up down the road. Had some organic beers and Tanil a bit of leftover wine from the city and we were spent.















Night Night.