Day 2: Bolinas to Salt Point State Park



The good: We woke to sunshine and glassy knee high waves breaking at the end of the road. After waxing up the boards, we quickly paddled out, joining a few other surfers at a small peak. Although it looked less than epic, we discovered that the sets actually stood up nicely and ran along the rocky reef for quite a stretch. On the 9'0", it was possible to get quite a bit of speed up and fly down the line. We traded surfboards, waves and laughs until our feet went numb.


The bad: We had parked Lady Liberty next to a long wall, and the entire long wall was bone dry except for our bus-length section of the wall which was covered in wet slime, and the slime was soon everywhere and on everything. Even after we left Bolinas, we were still finding slime in random places, like smeared on Annie’s elbow.


We hummed along in the bus, by picturesque cow-dotted fields and ramshackle farmhouses, through the quaint downtown of Point Reyes, past tiny Oyster shacks sprinkled along the shores of Bodega Bay. Everything was pretty like a watercolor postcard.


At one point, we careened off the road to capture the moment –a field of yaks, the goal was a photo of Lady Liberty with her Yakima Racks and the pack of yaks behind. It was a lucky stop because one of the bins on the roof had nearly lost its top, and Annie’s clothes would have soon been scattered down highway one. We duct taped the lids on the bins while the yaks munched on grass.
The road wound north into Mendocino county, gaining altitude and revealing spectacular views of the rocky coastline.  

We made camp at Salt Point State Park, a peaceful wooded campground above a rocky cove.


Annie cooked up a delicious dinner of seared salmon on a bed of wild rice, garnished with chives and sunflower sprouts. It was heavenly. By sunset we gathered around the campfire with drinks and watched the stars come out. The perfect end to a perfect day.