I'll Trya Ukiah
Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
46Trip End Dec 18, 2009
I am officially a weary traveler. Spongy, achey and beaten by the glorious road. In an effort to rejuvenate myself I went to Wal-Mart to not only feel better about myself in the painfully obvious proportion to the other shoppers and particularly by the completely high on weed guy shopping for guns. I don't know the herb. I have a hard enough time drinking never mind smoking the stuff but, I know the smell and this might have been the strongest stench my nose has known. Hope he found the right gun and or ammo, I think.
So I tried to find some combat for "hot head" but, I wasn't going to camo-up or zinc out and the hats made me look worse than the weed-head I just walked past
I did buy some Tylenol which helped enormously and I also found a self-wash car wash. You know the kind where you are holding that elongated gun that high powers water and suds at your car. I needed this kind of wash because the bike rack does not take kindly to conventional drive through washes.
So I got a wash and some pizza at Marino's. I marveled at the tasty crust and the pesto pie which was captivating. Finally, I'm on the road. I'm thinking about Mendocino but, end up pointed for Point Arena and the Mountain View Road.
Mountain View Road was serious Serious grades, the most hairpin turns I have encountered yet. This was a shorter ride than the marathon through the Idaho mountains though this was far more intense and white-knuckle. The focus required to keep the car on the road diminished my joy at the amazing farm-filled valley vistas but, I though the focus on the not dying in the car spinning off the cliff was warranted. An hour and a half later I had a problem. Possibly of Steve Austin "I can't hold it, she's breaking up, she's breaking up" proportions The brakes were getting ample use on the stiff grades and as I approached Port Arena something happened that has never happened in a 18 years of car ownership, the car began to over-heat, on a serious grade
My Dad is a Commecial Airline Pilot (Ret.) and may be one of the most mechanically-minded man I know so in a flurry I call home as I know little about engine technology. Mom answers and I quickly ask for Dad. We discuss what's happening and resolve that it might be one of several things, the hope is that some plastic got on the undercarriage and it's burning up. The second is the brakes got more use than necessary and are starting to burn. I get to tiny Port Arena, land of approximately 450 people and pull off to look for that plastic and see what is burning in the engine If I can. No evidence suggests any of the above. I am mentally grinding up myself right now with the focus spent and the general weariness. In true denial fashion I assume the car will be fine now that there are no major grades anymore and for the time being I have been right.
I head out to Port Arena and free from the relentless need of focus am able to enjoy these amazing beach cliff views as well as unceasing huge waves crashing against a bevy of rock and sand. I regroup a little and watch the water and decide it is time to find a resting spot and it is only 3:30 pm on my 23rd day on the road. I decide on the Best Western but, cannot find it. GPS!!!
Instead I pick up Route 1 and head southerly towards Gualala, CA. I am currently at The Whale Watch Inn. I have a sick room in my own building. I have an ocean front view and am 130 steps from the shore where I will be going tomorrow morning after my 8:30 am breakfast reservation. Not so secretly I am petrified abut the own building thing and the sheer darkness because I have a bad feeling about Bigfoot attacking me after I have been mentally taunting him/her over the last few days. All that separates us is a sliding glass door, fists of fury and mind bullets which I will be seeking to curry just in case.
I skipped dinner because of the exhaustion but, am a little over-tired now and am trying to decide on going to Vegas tomorrow and dropping 3 large that I don't have on a football game for Sunday. That should significantly damage the um, er, uh damage not so much from the trip but, from the car repairs that weren't so expected. 158K miles and change will do that.
I will be drifting off to the gentle refrains of the ocean. Tomorrow after my beach thing and such I'll continue this line of what's up in a separate entry. G'Night.