It started out great, a nice tailwind and some interesting tree trimming in Manchester.
That person in the shade is some creepy statue. Would be weird to go by that at night.
Here's a typical section of road on this part of the coast.
Notice the disappearing shoulder.
Looking for funny signs becomes a habit while on tour. We liked this road we passed.
And this one in a rest area stop.
Sea Ranch looked like a nice little beach community. The 1 is lined by these fences for miles.
Lunch at the Sea Ranch Lodge was the classiest affair of the trip.
They even made me put away my laptop in the dining area. Found this outside.
Perhaps this will be the next evolution of unridable hipster bikes. Who needs carbon fiber when you can ride on stone.
When the road bent back to the water the wind really picked up. We both remarked the ocean looked like it was CGI'd rather than reality.
The picture doesn't do it justice.
Entering Fort Ross you get into cattle country.
Complete with cattle guards that require crossing.
After a hairy climb along very steep bluffs, we hit one of the steepest and scariest descents of the trip.
I was too mentally draining to keep snapping pics after this. It was another 20 or so miles down the coast getting blown back and forth. Not a very pleasant afternoon, but Charlie and Sara did meet us in camp, which was a welcome addition to the evening.
We were both happy to making camp for the last time, excited for the final day of the trip.
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