Into the mist...

Under threatening skies, I headed out. A little rain won't kill you...




A mile later I pulled into an inviting cafe. No point in overdoing it.




You really can't go wrong at "The Coffee Break."






Ten miles to the north where the Mad River wanders into the Pacific, seals often gather. None appeared that misty day. Note to environmentalists: the river isn't supposed to be up here. Some years ago an overzealous planner pointed the whole river north to this remote beach, instead of letting it flow south across the Arcata bottoms and into Arcata Bay as it had for the past few million years. It's still pointed north, but now quite a few homes and portions of interstate Highway 101 (!) are perched perilously close to a crumbling cliff.

More rain is on the way.





I wasn't the only cyclist who ventured out that day.