Day 8

This is my very generous host becoming intimate with her coffee. Sadly I can't handle coffee myself, more for everyone else. I'm a builder's tea kinda guy, and maybe a ginger biscuit too. Sweet and creamy.

Now that I'm nearly halfway, let me introduce myself. I'm just a dude in the world. I'm a second generation California native. Mom is tall skinny blonde with blue eyes from the Bay Area, dad is a big ol' black man from Los Angeles. I grew up in the South Bay Area, San Jose, Campbell, Saratoga, Los Gatos. Went to school in the deep south, Savannah, just long enough so that I say y'all quite comfortably and have an occasional desire for grits, okra, corn bread, black eyed peas, fried chicken, deep fried cat fish, and a tall mint julep. I've been in London for the last 15 months and it's becoming more and more apparent how much I missed home. Dude!

Stinson Beach was gorgeous. All the beautiful landscapes and scenery, I keep weeping over the views, they're so grand, all the life and natural high frequency detail. It just seems everything is alright in the world.

Passing through towns with 2 and 3 digit populations. Passing large rolling green hills dotted with cows, sheep, horses, eucalyptus trees. Rolling through tight corners and narrow bridges at exactly the speed limit. Stopped at some general store and was witness to the power of a small troupe of grey haired vets on Harleys. Oh, the sound, the rumbling fierce burbling sound of a Harley.

I did a little dance at sunset, said a little prayer and was off. Oh, the rolling green hills and sparse trees at sunset. It seems it was a good idea to ride highway 1 (2 lane rustic and sweet) during the day and the 101 or 5 (fully modern freeways). No reason to drive slow if I can't see the scenery, and a damn good way to make time.
Maybe I can make Eureka tonight, though it's more likely I'll end up in Mendocino.

Stinson Beach, United States