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Unfortunately, you cannot get up close and personal with the Willits, California Muffler Man unless the rodeo is open. I had to peer through the fence at this rootin’ tootin’ cowpoke.
Handsome, isn’t he?
Sometimes you’re just cruising along and then whammo! Something awesome crosses your path.
“I’m goin’ down to South Park, gonna have myself a time…”
Found at The Peg House - Leggett, Ca.
When some girls talk of romance they refer to things like candle lit dinners, wine and roses. Not, me. I found the ultimate romantic moment on our California roadtrip.
This recipe serves 2 motorcyclists:
When you’re done cookin’ on the twisty roads, add an empty Inn overlooking the ocean. Serve with a garnish of pizza on your room’s balcony and VOILA! Instant romance.
The Inn at the Lost Coast sits on a bluff overlooking the ocean 20 miles west of route 1 in Shelter Cove, California.
When we pulled up to the Inn the late afternoon sun was warm and the breeze off of the ocean was blowing steadily. We walked up the stairs to our room on the third floor, put on our shorts, ordered a pizza and just sat around enjoying the view until the sun dipped below the horizon.
We slept with the balcony door open, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks below all night.
When we got up in the morning, part of me didn’t want to leave. I wished we could just stay put for one more day. Alas, the road was calling us to continue heading south.
The Inn of the Lost Coast
205 Wave Drive,
Shelter Cove, CA. 95589
On the west end of town in Ferndale stands a gate with an arrow pointing towards Capetown and Petrolia. This is Mattole Road. If you’re curious enough to hook that turn and head up the little road with no line up the middle, you will be handsomely rewarded with treasure.
Now, you won’t get your reward all at once. Like the plot of a good book, it will make itself known with a slow build.
The narrow road begins with an ascent into the trees. In many places the road seems like it’s barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other. But it feels just right for a motorcycle.
The draw of the road, the landscape – they give the distinct sensation that you are somewhere else in the world. Can this possibly be the same California I grew up seeing on television?
Climbing gradually, you crest into golden rolling hills.
The road gently coerces you to slow down, to take your time and drink it. Save for a few lucky cows who have the greatest grazing place on Earth there doesn’t seem to be another soul around.
Before long, you will find yourself looking out to the edge of the world. The horizon line gets on its tippy-toes, peeks over the curve of the land and beckons you to come down to put your toes in the ocean.
Once there, you have the beach all to yourself. Now, if that isn’t a treasure, I don’t know what is.
This feeling of expanse, of freedom,.. this place – I cannot help but cherish it. This lost coast is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
I found this impressive cone laying on the side of the road in the Lassen National Forest.
Isn’t that something?
I was going to make a grossly inappropriate joke about it not being the size but the seed inside that counts – but then I thought better of it.
