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Anna looking fine in her leathers and boots, her hair
blown free and the ocean to her back. This was somewhere near Point Arena
where we stopped for coffee and chatted with a touring bicyclist also taking a
break from the heavy holiday traffic. The tight twisty and steep roads
with heavy traffic began to wear Eddie down so we would seek a room for the
night.
We stayed in nice little motel in Fort Bragg that had a beautiful flower garden in the courtyard. The day ended with us traveling 237 miles and Eddie feeling whipped from the demanding roads and heavy tourist traffic. |