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California Love: Sweet Moments in Ferndale

Wednesday’s ride had Kenny and I traveling over a curvaceous stretch of California 36 from Red Bluff to the coast, where we stopped in Ferndale to have lunch.

When we pulled in to the beautiful Victorian town, I took a quick scan up and down the street and picked a place to eat. The winner was Poppa Joe’s.

When I opened the door and stepped inside, it was like walking through a portal to another time. Laid out like a typical olde tymey counter service lunchonette, I chose one of the tables in the rear corner so that we could get a good view of the place while we ate. Behind us were a few senior citizens playing cards at game tables. Straight-up saloon stuff.

Locals strolled in and out of Poppa Joe’s while we ate. Each time they did, the waitress or the lady who slung hash with love in her spatula addressed them by name. It did my heart good to be in a place that felt like a “real” piece of America; a place that hasn’t been sanitized for my protection. There was something that seemed long lost and pure in that place. Something you pray can withstand the crush of “progress” and just keep on keepin’ on.

After lunch, I stood on the curb next to my bike while Kenny was down the block. An older gentleman in a yellow pickup truck pulled up and parked in front of my bike. He got out of the truck, walked towards me smiling and asked where I was traveling from. From that opener – the next 10 minutes was like a song that summed up our lives as much as possible in that short amount of time.

He was a World War II veteran who moved around during the war but never lived anywhere other than that very town of Ferndale as a civillian. He told me about his children, asked about New York, and told me a little bit about what he did during the war. He asked where we were headed and agreed that taking Mattole Road would be a great choice.

And just like that,… we passed through each others lives.

I could have talked to him forever. The whole time we spoke he smiled with his eyes. That is the kind of smile that comes from the inside out and gives you a hug. In that small sliver of time, he made my day with his simple joyfulness. I can still see his face when I close my eyes.

Have you ever felt blessed to have met someone?

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GoPro Accidental Photos: The Redwoods

While in California, Kenny and I spent a lot of time with out GoPro cameras set to photo mode. We varied the photo shooting time between 1 and 3 second intervals. Overall, I found that I much prefer having a lot of photos to sift through, rather than hours of yawn-worthy video.

What I also discovered is that invariably there will be some gems that get taken “by accident”. They seem to pop up often when you forget to turn the camera off while stopped somewhere.

While looking through our GoPro photos I found this photo that was taken in the Humboldt Redwoods:

If you click to enlarge it, you’ll see that I am in the lower right corner taking a photo with my camera. It gives you some idea of what it’s like to be amongst those big beautiful trees. Pretty cool, huh?

How About You?

Do you ever use your GoPro in photo mode?

A Symbol of Hope and Inspiration on California’s Route 36

Not only does California’s Route 36 boast beautiful riding and the world’s greatest road sign – it does so much more. It’s undulating roadway oozes hope from it’s very blacktop.

What the hell am I talking about?

Well, darlings, I’m so glad you asked.

Near Cottonwood, California where a dumpy, tan port-o-potty once stood – hope has sprung eternal in the form of…

a shoe tree.

Has there ever been a more poignant testament to the idea that you can rise up out of whatever shit you’ve come from to become something great?

No. No, I don’t think so.

From pee to shoe tree. From pooh to shoe. You too can become a butterfly; a phoenix, even! Don’t let anyone tell you any different.

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OMG – I Saw Bigfoot in California!

Aside from being a great road to ride, California Highway 96 also has a high number of reported Bigfoot sightings. The town of Happy Camp has a great statue to honor the wooly beast.

Bigfoot’s “hair” is actually made out of what appeared to be chain link fencing.

And get this! Bigfoot actually had big feet.
I know! Crazy, right?!

When I pulled in to the parking lot to get a better look at BF (we’re close like that), Kenny walked over to me and said, “Did you know this was here?” to which I smiled. Before I could even say yes – he muttered “Why am I not surprised?”

The Icing on the Cake

Looking down at your GPS to find that you are traveling south on the Bigfoot Scenic Byway is actually pretty funny.