Today was our toughest day. 69.26 miles with 5592 feet of climbing. The day started in Garberville which was filled with FBI and other law enforcement types away at "convention" We later found out that this "convention" was actually a yearly raid on the marijuana growers in the area. Funny...we still saw many folks who appeared high and our motel room seemed to have lots of residue seeds and stems...but I digress. We had a long tiring climb from Garberville up the hill to Leggett, about 3000 feet....then the climb began - another 1800 feet up the highway over to the coast - and down, which was arguably the nicest 11 mile downhill I have ever experienced. We traveled through redwoods and madrones and pines until we hit the coast. Along the way, we passed at least 5 spot fires which were being fought by water dropping helicopters. The air, as you can imagine, was a mixture of marine salt and smoke, or smalt as we called it. When we reached the coast, we were met by helicopters swooping into the nearby bay and picking up water to deliver to the fires.
After watching the heli for a few minutes, we limped the last 30 miles into our next destination, Fort Bragg, where we found the Colombi Motel and the Colombi market and the Colombi Laundromat. We knew that the day was blessed when we walked across the street to the Mexican restaurant and our hostess and waitress pictured above served us - a nun in full habit. She obviously knew we needed some help from above and we were all willing to take it - and she knew her beans.
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