After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge - which was encased in enough fog that we only saw five feet of the supports - we made out way to Bodega Bay, home of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds".
The coast was amazing, even with the marine layer.
But the sun finally came...
My wife had made biscuit sandwiches, which we ate with gusto.
A great over-the-shoulder shot of Taime riding:
By dusk, we made "Avenue of the Giants" where elephantine redwoods lined the road and not a car was seen.
And while we were supposed to camp, I royally screwed up by not reserving a site and we ended up in a Motel 6.
Such is life.