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...
Out: 7:32am
In: 5:14pm
Start: Petaluma
End: Guerneville
Distance: 53.5 mi
Trip total: 140.2 mi
I was warned that going up eastward from the mouth of the Russian River would be a draining experience due to the steep inclines. My experience has been the exact opposite. I turned the corner just south of Jenner, around 4 o’clock, top-of-the-hour…and it was as if someone bolted on a motorcycle engine when I wasn’t looking. Going up the seashore highway, right before, is the tough part, Up, down, up, down, high gear, low gear, granny-gear, no shoulder, ten solid miles that seem like forty.
Up the river? Weird. It’s like a fundamental change to the laws of physics that bind the universe. Duh…hey waitaminnit, I’m sustaining a speed of 17mph without even working at it. Uphill, WTH?
I was tempted by a sign at Duncans Mills offering BBQ’s oysters from 1-4 pm. I figured I was just missing the window, but I steered off course because I could hear the live music, and snapped a pic of this impromptu setting. The dancing fella was swinging his gal around like a pro, it was great stuff, wish I had a video of it. And then they settled in for some slow dancing just as I had my camera juiced up…that doesn’t make for a good shot. So as they were slowly spinning around, he saw me and was good enough to oblige with another dip. I kinda sorta caught it, so I gave him a smile and a thumbs-up.
I decided to leave the oyster offering for some other time, and push onward.
There are better shots, but they capture the natural beauty of the place, and therefore look like many others I have. This one shows the laid-back fun-loving side of life on the Russian River. We should certainly come back so I can make some efforts to improve on it.
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