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| talking on the wrist at Gaulala |
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| looking the other way across the river into Gaulala itself |
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| Sugarloaf |
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| the shack at Porter Creek winery |
Out of the river bottom, the creepy bay forest, Gaulala Regional Park Camp and across the road to the Russian totem poles and a walk to the ocean beach with its big dumping surf. Gurgled south on 1 to Bodega Bay with a quick stop in Jenner for Cheetos. Struck inland and quickly came to a young woman selling oysters from her farm. We only had 6, but you can get 50 for $70 - not shucked like ours though. Smashed through Sabastapol with the idea to find a vineyard. Found Fog Crest and had a deep and wide chat with the young man pouring forth there. He suggested on request the next spot, Porter Creek, which led to another round and a deeper and wider chat with Paul the tri-national (Scots, Israeli and somewhere else) who poured there. Loosely from there, S found a camp at Sugarloaf Ridge State Park run by Team Sugarloaf above and to the east of Santa Rosa. S made another nice fire and she took a walk while B and I napped. Ramen with a huge wad of fresh spinach drizzled with olive and sesame oil, really very good.
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