Fog on the coast is mine, all mine

Day 18: Sunday 21st July 2013 – Fairfax, CA to Fort Bragg, CA

After saying all my farewells to Graham and Sarah, the Trooper and I were back on the road again. Sarah had been kind enough to plan a route for me, which took me through the wine country of Sonoma and Napa, before looping me back to Highway 1 at the exact same point as we had left it the day before.

It’s no exaggeration that this is wine country. Vineyard after vineyard follows vineyard, almost right into the city.

From California, July 2013

When I arrived in  Sonoma, I caught the tail end of a marathon that had been run between Napa and Sonoma, with a party in Sonoma Park in the middle of the city to celebrate the runners accomplishment.

From California, July 2013

I parked the Trooper up a side street, glad I had a bike as parking spaces were at a premium, and then ventured back to see what was going on in the park.

From California, July 2013

I’m not a big fan of crowds so I didn’t stay too long, but I couldn’t leave without a sample of the grape, which happened to be a fantastic Zinfandel. Only wish I could remember its name now.

The ride all the way from Sonoma, through Napa, and onto the coast is a real leisurely affair, riding past more and more vineyards.

From California, July 2013
From California, July 2013

Much as I love riding, a small part of me wishes that I’d been on a bus tour, able to stop and sample at every tasting room I passed.

Closer to the coast, the ride gets a little more curvy as you follow the Russian River on its way to the Pacific Ocean.

From California, July 2013
From California, July 2013
From California, July 2013

I rejoined Highway 1 just above Goat Rock beach and headed north without even stopping to say goodbye to the harbour seals.

From California, July 2013

The ride from there to Mendocino should have been excellent. Bendy roads and rugged coastal scenery. Unfortunately the fog struck pretty as soon as I had gone a mile up the coast, and continued for the rest of the day, just getting colder and colder.

From California, July 2013
From California, July 2013
From California, July 2013

By the time I got to Mendocino, I was frozen top to toe, longing for this day’s ride to be over. Despite this, I rode into Mendocino and all the hotels looked as if they would have a hefty price tag.

Perhaps I wasn’t as frozen enough yet, as I carried onto Fort Bragg. By then I was, and I stopped at the first motel I came to, $120 be damned. I flipped the heating on, and didn’t even want a cold beer.

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