I seldom travel north on the coast in summertime. I prefer the dark and tourist-light winter. I like it up here. I’ve got roots: my dad used to fish the Gualala river in the early 1900s.
Lots of camping cyclists on the roads, most of them awkwardly, non-aerodynamically loaded down. (By contrast, check out Rick Huffan’s gear here (I photographed him up here last year).
Marin county is soft and gentle and as such, has a trace of the — dare I say it? — insipid. As I head north, the men and women seem tougher, stronger. Life is tougher (colder, wetter) the farther north you go, and people have to deal with that. It’s more country. On radio, going down a country road yesterday, Merle: “I’ve got everything I need to drive me crazy…” Some times when I’m on the road: the music, road, trees, sky, the moving through space — it’s a movie!