Days 12 and 13
Pacific Coast Giants
Gargantuan rocks rose from the ocean!
Magnificent
cliffs plunged into the sea.
Towering redwoods closed around us.
The Pacific Coast greeted us with giants!
And then there the lighthouses.
Shortly after bidding the Fongs adieu on Sunday, we hit
Rt. 101, the
Pacific Shoreline Highway.
Around every twist and turn, new sights
bombarded our senses. Couldn't help but stop at every "Vista Point" to capture the beauty - will try not to include all 943 photos.
Sunday night landed us in a Port Orford,
California dive – There I was sitting in the car with a blog ready to
publish and a DYING computer (8% power) that refused to do so. Desperate to save the latest entery, we checked into the Surfside Motel and made it into room 5 just in time to plug ‘er
in. Now listen to me – "sketchy" is too kind. There was no air
conditioning, the bedspread and curtains looked like GoodWill’s deal of the
day, and the lemon yellow tin shower had a showerhead so low Bob had to do
deep-knee bends to wash his hair. And did I mention that the beds had faded
flowery sheets and Bob’s feather pillow was about the size of a pincushion? But,
hey, we got a good night’s sleep--- AND Days 10 & 11 hit the airwaves!! (We didn't take a picture.)
Monday took us on down the coast to MENDOCINO, a QUAINT Victorian
village whose storefronts
and homes were decked in pastels and gingerbread. Now such a place might not seem so unique, but place
her on a 90-foot high head of land jutting out into the Pacific, and you've got yourself a work of art. Check out the pictures for a special surprise I found on my Mendocino coastal hike.
Better luck with accommodations that night as proven by this picture taken in our PRIVATE COURTYARD. The Surfside is but a distant memory.
Did someone say Chardonnay?
Enough talk.
The proof is in the pictures.
(Yes, we drove through it, too.)
And now, last but not least, that special surprise I found at Mendocino.
Ain't life grand sittin' in the sun!!!
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