Family Flashbacks (10): Mendocino Monday

From our Holiday Inn in Fort Bragg, we drove south again along the Mendocino coast,       a twisty-curvy road with far-fewer guard rails than we would have liked. Kristi chose to drive, so that I could concentrate on the scenery without distraction, and it was a harrowing experience. We made only one stop, at one of my chosen points of interest, Muir Woods, only to find the parking lot full to overflowing and only longish hiking paths to get into the woods, so we gave it a miss and continued on down to San Francisco. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge without incident, except for the unexpected surprise that, although a toll was required, there was no place to stop to pay it. So we drove on, trusting in the system, and as soon as we were settled in our motel, I went online and learned that the easiest seemed to be to do it in person at a nearby Western Union shop, and there was one only a mile or so away. Only 151 miles today, but an exciting drive.

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20 Responses to Family Flashbacks (10): Mendocino Monday

  1. Your title leads me to think that surely you know this great song.

  2. shoreacres says:

    Surely you had this great Tejano cover of the Sir Douglas Quintet playing on the 8-track!

  3. Although this was many years ago, it foretold of parking lots in 2020. Even though people should have been staying at home, or near home, many travelled great distances to visit parks. Finding a full parking lot was not unusual…so I hear. But that was true in 2019 when we went to Acadia and could barely drive up the access road to Cadillac Mountain much less find parking. How good of you to go to the effort of paying the toll.

    • krikitarts says:

      Of course I paid the toll, and not just because there was a chance they check on who didn’t; it’s the honest thing to do. There’s a short toll road between Auckland and Whangarei and they photograph everyone. If you don’t pay the toll, they’ll come after you (through the post).

      • In Massachusetts now there are no toll booths on the Turnpike, Route I-90. If you have a transponder the amount is deducted from your balance. If you don’t your license plate is captured and you get a bill.

  4. Adrian Lewis says:

    Particularly like the Golden Gate shot – wonderful! :)

  5. Meanderer says:

    Ha, ha – your description of a harrowing journey along a winding road with scant barrier protection took me back to a Yorkshire Dales holiday. I’m not the most confident of drivers on fast roads so my other half had driven most of the way, but I said I would like to drive the last several miles through the scenic Dales myself …….. not expecting to end up driving along Buttertubs Pass (links below). By the time we got to the end of it my knuckles were white and my mouth was dry :-) :-)

    https://www.yorkshiredales.org.uk/places/buttertubs_pass/

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buttertubs_Pass

    • krikitarts says:

      What a great name and a delightful history to go with it–and those tubs are 20 m deep–wow. Your first link mentioned that it’s close to Wensleydale. Having become happily familiar with Wallace and Gromit, I had to try Wensleydale cheese the first time I found it, and I remember liking it a lot, and I think it was like a sort of milder Stilton. Does that sound right?

      • Meanderer says:

        Wensleydale used to be my favourite cheese when younger – I liked the mild flavour and crumbly texture. It could be described as a mild version of Stilton – they both have a tang to them. I do prefer stronger cheeses these days, but as a big cheese fan, more or less any cheese is fine by me :-)

      • krikitarts says:

        I’m a cheese lover too, as was my dad. He introduced my brother and me, when we were kids, to one of his favorites, called Beer Kaese: it’s a well-aged brick cheese and is like a slightly-milder Limburger. It’s very strong and, once opened, must be kept in a hermetically-sealable jar or everything in the fridge will take on its distinctive aroma. I fell in love with good Brie during my visits to France, and I’ve finally found a really good one here. It’s pretty expensive, but it’s worth it.

      • Meanderer says:

        I had to look up Beer Kaese. Sounds a little like blue Stilton, the aroma of which permeates anything close! I’d like to try it.

      • krikitarts says:

        And now I’d like to try blue Stilton. It looks like it’s going to be a challenge to find it here in NZ, though.

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