Hola everybody!

We've made it now to Bodega Bay, CA, where we're staying with Suzanne's cousin Barton and girlfriend Lira. They have a "wicked" house near the beach with all sorts of funky things around. We're rested, fed, and ready to hit the road early tomorrow morning. Over the San Andreas fault, on to San Francisco, and down the coast.

That last post of ours got cut short by the library computer, so here's some more photos we wanted to put up. Our progress in Cali has been slowed significantly because we absolutely must take a picture of everything, so we ought to at least show you why.

Ciao ciao!
Jordan and Suzanne

Cycling meditation

Morning face-off

The light at the end of the Redwoods

Us with Maximiliano (right) and Mr. White Gas Fairy (centre)

A brief séjour in RV suburbia

California coast

Orthodox cemetery at an early-1800's Russian-Alaskan fort

The road goes winding, winding down, losing all that hard-won elevation. Such is the coast. We deserved our beer after this one.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, nobody here seems to know it's Thanksgiving, but they are out for a stroll by the ocean, on the dunes, or biking along the bike path.  Jordan and I have made it to California and we have left the busy commercial HWY 101 and are on the windy whimsical HWY 1, which despite having no shoulder also has very little traffic and has spectacular views of the ocean and countryside!

So far California has treated us in grand style.  We have discovered that once those giant road slugs of RVs are parked and not trying to run us off the road, they can be full of the friendliest people.  We met a nice guy named Jason who actually got in his truck to chase us down and invite us to stay on his 10" X 14" manicured lawn in the RV park in the avenue of the giants.

Playing on the Oregon dunes

Breakfast of champions, complete with Bailey's and whiskey for the coffee, and melted choc in the oatmeal, to celebrate 1000km on the latest leg of our trip

Full moon over the bay.

We made it to Cali!

Redwoods are big.  Real big.

Something's fishy in King Salmon.

Look, water!