When the temperature reached almost 100 degrees before 10 am I thought and thought and finally said, "F**k it, I'm going to the beach."
The Beachcomber Motel in Fort Bragg had room for me and the boys so we packed up and headed out by noon. The trip was a relatively easy 200 miles except for final 33 miles of scary, twisty, turny complete with an encounter with a deranged mountain fellow who clearly needed to take his meds.
This made it worth the ride.
The view outside our room and shortly after that we hit the beach:
Play first and then some much needed food. Silver's on the Wharf in Noyo Harbor allows dogs on their wonderful outside patio. This line fished King Salmon on a bed of sweet corn was fabulous.
Doesn't get much better than that. And it's cool and the fog is rolling in and my sweatshirt feels ever so good.
Peaceful
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