Gualala Will Do

Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
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Trip End Dec 18, 2009


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Saturday, December 5, 2009

I woke up in Gualala realizing that I had not been killed by Bigfoot in the night.  This was a good sign.  I woke up to breakfast at 8:30 am.  Many years ago a gal and I went up to the Cape to a Bed & Breakfast and I remember the inkeeper saying "You will have a gourmet breakfast,  there won't be any eggs but, you will be very satisfied"  Anytime someone touts their breakfast as both eggless and/or gourmet you know you are going to have a problem.

The Whale Watch is was amazing.  I went to the common room and found my breakfast waiting for me.  While this one had eggs in it, gourmet is hardly what I would call it.  They over-cooked the poached eggs which made them kind of like flat hardboiled eggs.  Everything else was less than gourmet but, I kind of didn't care.  The views from this Uncle Henry's Garden type of place were remarkable.  Then you had the live coast soundtrack, very soothing indeed.

I went for a walk around the inn and descended the 130 steps to the beach.  It was rocky and gourgeous.  I roamed it for a while and and then went back up the steps and sat on the sundeck for a while.  I looked out as the sun hit the ocean and it was as though the water was twinkling like stars do.

I decided to go to Vegas to lay some bets (I'm not a strong gambler and this would be proven painfully so later) and to relax before I head onto Santa Fe.  It's a long ride to Las Vegas.

I remember reading travel message boards regarding the perils of Route 101 and 1.  You need to focus on driving but, the ever present desire to view the scene thus negating your primary need persists.  The coast, can't say enough about it but, I longed for highway because my focus was getting crushed by the intensity required to drive these mountain passes and the concern that the breaks would start to overheat again.  I did learn lots about downshifting which helped a great deal.

I went to the Gualala Grocery and got a huge sandwich for the road.  I also decided to try and combat hothead with a ridiculous hat.  Mine is an army tan-green with a long bill and flaps that cover my ears.  I look like a fool or one of those guys wearhign the hats in that Van Halen Panama video.  It did seem to help though so it will certainly get some run.

When you are on the road on your own and have traveled to about 45 states and understand how miles per hour, terrain and basic distances work the last thing you need is someone telling you what a long difficult ride you have.  Something to keep in mind.  I'm trying to keep a schedule here folks, It can be difficult to drive long distances on successive days alone and that kind of advice should be locked away and not offered.  Keep this in mind next time you are speaking to a strung out friend on the road for nearly 4 weeks.  He already knows what you are telling him and the wounded bear is the most dangerous.

The first 2 hours of this leg are very demanding.  The hills seem more dangerous but, I'm getting the whole slalom skiing in the car thing.  I'm still looking forward to the interstate but, need coffee.  I stop in Bodega Bay for a coffee and a chat with the 17 year old coffee shop barrista.  She has braces and really doesn't want to have them anymore.  We talk about my experiences, the perils of flossing and how they just get kind of annoying overtime.  She is a nice kid and has done some traveling of her own.  She tells me about the nice people she met at the beach in Delaware a few summers ago.  I somehow find this funny.

I keep on keeping on and end up stopping in a creepy rest stop around Modesto. CA.  Their rest stops are tough, the facilities are outside and freezing freaking cold and they say they have WiFi but, they really don't.  The people milling around said rest stops are kind of creepy and we're talking moreso than New Jersey Turnpike rest stop creepy.

I keep the ball rolling and hit Fresno.  I feel impelled to try In-n-Out Burger.  People have said great things about his place.  I try it and immediately love it.  The burgers are certainly greasy but, tasty as can be and the rolls might just be the differnce-maker.   A tasty sweet white roll and here's the other big difference.  The onion.  They use a sweet onion out here which totally eliminates the post "I had an onion" nasty aftertaste that so many non-onion diners despise.  I love the I-n-O B but, I'm certain that the plaque on my arteries does too.  I'm sure they see me going in there and say "food for growth bring it on"

I press on.  I'm thinking I need to make up some lost ground to keep me ahead of the dreaded "Thousand Mile Leg" that has been done only once by me and well, It was like I was in that movie "The Philadelphia Experiment" afterwards not good.

I keep pushing on to Vegas.  Things get a little strange out in the perimeter.  No light and right wing and weirdo radio.  I love Coast to Coast AM stories of conspiracy, aliens, big foots and the like.  Good stuff.  Then there is the right wing borderline militia radio.  A little scary but, I must say that I understand the allure of odd beliefs when you are living out in the nothingness.

Places where they are urging you not to drink your life away and where connection is sparse.  I think people living in such remote locales look to extreme beliefs/views where as Mrs. Matthew's might say there is a "germ of truth"  to validate themselves and create an artificial feeling of importance.  They love the unexamined and go to the extreme to prove themselves valid.

The perimeter indeed.

I take the road 100 miles at a time and about 30 mintutes out of Vegas I decide to keep going and get to Vegas and I'll pick this up in the next entry moments from now.




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