Pacific Coast Highway, Far Reaching Sights

Trip Start Sep 03, 2010
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Trip End Oct 05, 2010


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Monday, September 20, 2010

My journey to the cemetery complete, it's now time to reflect what it means to me. I will look inward for understanding. I will look outward for validation.  The route to understanding began with traversing the California Coast.  California Highway 1, I heard is good for that.  The ocean on one side, the cliffs on the other, you only need look to left for far reaching sights.
I dress for the coast and Bonnie is pointed west by northwest.  Navi is directing us to Point Arena, California.  The Wharf Master's Inn.  The wind Titan has been calmed by my new ride prayer.  I have not fully recovered from his jokes.  It still gives me great anxiety when I feel his breathing.  I must remember to ask my therapist wife to sign me up for some sort of aversion therapy.  Whenever I see a wind turbine I go into fight or flight mode.  It’s mostly flight, I’ll have to admit.

Curves, open wind, and the cliffs are beautiful.  This road has more curves than the Tail of the Dragon in Deal’s Gap (Refer to Entry, Are Ready to Ride).  This road makes the "Tail" a brief encounter.  These curves go on for miles and hours.  The switchbacks are severe, with wind gusts and 600 foot drop-offs to fear.

Sometimes the road goes a little in-land.  There it is covered by tree.  The road is still wet from the night’s ocean breezes. I experience open cliff riding, canopy road riding.  This is also pleasantly surprised with open pastures. 

I met a young man riding a Victory Cruiser.  He had gotten in front and passed a slow moving camper.  We met at the gas station.  I was adding layers and he was filling his small cruiser tank.  He said, "Next time I’m gonna get me a tourer-bike!"  He worked for I.C.E., Us Immigrations and Customs Enforcement.  We rode together for an hour or so.  He wanted to ride fast, but cars and time worn him to slow and enjoy.  I passed him pulling over and just looking outward to the ocean.

The Wharf Master’s Inn I dipped and dived along the cliffs toward the inn.  The road is dotted with hamlets offering a quiet night’s stay by the sea.  The cars were moving slowly to watch the wonder while others slowed to keep from falling off the cliffs. 

The Wharf Master’s Inn advertises as a romantic hideaway.  I wish Pauline could share this with me.  I find this quite quaint inn perched on a hill overlooking a natural boat landing site.  The Wharf’s heyday was when the redwoods were harvested to provide the lumber for San Francisco.  During the gold rush days, San Francisco boomed.  The government invested in developing this wharf to assist in the vast supply and demand to build on the coast.

The waitress at the inn’s restaurant was an avid surfer.  She surfed from this wharf in warmer days.  She also said that people often ask her for another way home.  They did not want to drive those cliffs again.  She had to sadly inform them that this was the only way back to the safety of home.

I watched the sunset from the restaurant and wrote postcards.  The surf, the coffee and cigar were pleasant company as I enjoyed the remains of the sunset.
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