Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
A few of these are actually from my kid’s-toy, wind-up little tourist’s camera. The Fisher-Price model that floats in the bathtub. The rest of them are from the girlfriend’s “I-mean-business” Olympus.
Okay, so where we last left off we were walking around the hot sands of N. Salmon Creek. From there we went to the Point Arena lighthouse from the Mel Gibson movie…you read all about that over here. The following three pictures are taken from between those two points.
This highway, if memory serves, lies between Bodega Bay and the Russian River.
Just after you clear the river you go through Jenner. A few miles after that, the road will begin to terrorize you…gently at first, and then it climbs up to the places the mountain goats are afraid to go. Men and women start to embark on predictable arguments about whether or not you need to slow WAY down. And then some prosperous, fortunate soul seems to be enjoying the view of it all from this house. We had to do some fancy coordinating in order to catch a picture of it.
This shot is from the other direction, climbing this steep upgrade and looking back from whence we came. I’m not entirely sre how this was done, it might have happened the next day when we were going back South again.
Point Arena is about an hour North of all this excitement, which means we had to pull past Timber Cove Inn. Following the adventures there, Tuesday, we doubled back and booked in there for the night. TCI has become a regular fixture for us, in fact a landmark. To be precise, it’s at mile 35.60 on Highway 1 N. There are reasons for counting the miles so precisely, because along this stretch of road each mile is pulling some goodly sized amounts of energy out of you, power steering or not.
This is what’s so special about the place. You’re avoiding the 25mph speed trap of Jenner; then, you swear to God you’re going to fall off a cliff in to the ocean and you’re gonna die; then, you’re battling the wild-ass curves, the crazy locals who want to zip along at eight miles an hour for no good reason, maybe some weather elements which is where it gets really exciting.
And then you sit down in a bubbly hot tub in your room and watch the waves crash against the cliff. Pure awesome.
Anyway, by this time I was all engorged by three straight nights of salmon and beef steak. I went for a morning run because I was just in the mood for it at this point. Took my camera with me, and I was glad of it because TCI became enshrouded in some Seattle-like fog weather, which has a photogenic quality all its own.
The Peace Obelisk is visible from the highway as well as way out to sea. The innerwebs are very sparse with information about it, so what follows is the little bits and bytes I was able to pull in about it, combined with my memory of the trivia that used to be printed on the Timber Cove cocktail napkins.
It is an original work by local artist Benny Bufano who carved it in 1968 or thereabouts, to celebrate the work and stated mission of the United Nations. There is a bit more photographic evidence of it over here, and you can read up on Mr. Bufano over here.
There, that’s about all I know of it.
The last two I sort of snapped on our way out. We stayed one night, which is not our usual habit. We usually stay two nights at the very least, which experience has taught us is smarter. We’d probably stick with that wisdom if we had the week to do all over again, but why look back. Going forward, we’ll probably make a more religious practice of this rule, because even under the new management Timber Cove still rocks the house.
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…the girlfriend’s “I-mean-business” Olympus.
Is it one of those spiffy new Pens? I’ve thought… and thought… and seriously THOUGHT about buying one, mainly because the ad copy sez it takes all Olympus lenses. I have an old OM-1 film SLR I bought in the way-back. I’ve refused to part with it these past oh-so-many years (fond memories, and all that) along with four still-perfectly-good Olympus lenses that would mate right up with a Pen. So Enquiring Minds™ wanna know… is it? More, please.
re: you’re battling the wild-ass curves
Or embracing them on your sport bike in the company of other sporting riders. Holding those curves CLOSE, caressing them, inhaling the salt air deeply as you swoop from one apex to another… I’ve ridden Hiway One five or six times in my life and certain parts of the road… north of where you are now… are as good as it EVER gets. For a biker. 🙂
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