We've driven up the coast North-ward a couple of times and the Pacific Ocean never fails to amaze. Final destination: Mendocino, but any of our stop points could have been destinations. We frolicked upon beach after beach, walked out treacherously to cliff after cliff.
We're roadtrippin'!
View from Highway 1.
Possibly the largest, most awe-inspiring waves I've seen. That's saying a lot for a tropical girl who's been to many a beautiful beach.
We stayed in Mendocino, in a little B&B. There was a cosy little upscale-ish restaurant, Cafe Beaujolais, just down the road that we walked over to. For some reason, they brought us to a separate part of the restaurant which was practically empty, just us and a few other couples. It was romantic and cute, service was personal and attentive, and the food was quite good--we had the duck and the sturgeon.
The next day, we stepped out of our B&B and walked toward the coast and discovered this:
What in the world are these weird tubular seaweed things? They were so strange and sat around the beach in gross giant wormy piles.
D can never resist a flat skipping stone.
(Look at the tubes behind us again!)
Whenever you drive along Highway 1, there are always parts of the road where you can just veer off to the side and walk out to a vista point of your choice. Walk along this little path and reach the end and realise that the path drops off to a frighteningly sharp cliff. Straight down to the water and rocks down below. See that section of the path that D is contemplating? It's a foot wide with a sheer drop on either side. Eeee. Wobbly knees. But so gorgeous.
Spot the D:
And we're in Northern California. Which means wineries galore! Being all posh and snotty about wine is not always our favorite activity but Toulouse winery was just lovely. Had a relaxing tasting in a sunny spot on their newly opened patio that looked out to rolling mountains.
:) What a lovely getaway. And it's a resolution of ours to go on even more while we're here on this coast.