The Russian River runs through Guerneville

We made it to Guerneville for a nice breakfast at Pat's Cafe, but were there a little early to explore the shops.

Pigeon Point Lighthouse.

It got cold and foggy along the coast. We decided to head down Highway 1 and see what we could see and possibly spend the night in San Francisco. Monica remembered a hotel right off the Golden Gate Bridge where she had stayed during the AIDS ride. The best thing about it was there was a garage for the bike and it was close to the highway. Having our sleeping arrangements set up early in the day freed us up to explore the coastline north of San Francisco.

Monica took me to the little hippy town of Bolinas. The townspeople always remove the sign that says "BOLINAS 2 MILES" so that tourists won't find it. They treated us rather nicely. I thought they were going to be weirdos like the Murray people, but they didn't seem to mind our presence.

Someone has a sense of humor...or not

An artsy community

Bolinas Gallery

Monica's glad they didn't poison us at the cafe

Bolinas is right across the water from San Francisco, but it's a long way around via land. It was too foggy to see the city from Bolinas.

By the time we reached San Fran, the fog had lifted.

We checked into our motel, rested, showered and caught the bus to our favorite Chinese place, House of Nanking, in Chinatown. There was a line out the door and the gruff chef was seating people. At the House of Nanking, you don't order. You tell the chef if you want chicken, pork or seafood and he brings you what he wants. It's always great. That's how I fell in love with the "chicken salad" he prepares. We stood in line with a couple of guys from Australia. One had flown into LA and his friend picked him up at the airport, drove him to San Fran via Big Sur and was now feeding him. The next day they were headed to Humboldt. Nothing like seeing all of California in 2 days.

On the way back, I started playing with the black and white feature of my camera.
Columbus Avenue, North Beach