After you get off US 101 you're on (county?) Road 311. It's steep, washboard, uncomfortable switchbacks, loose gravel. I don't like it. Going eastbound in July there was one turn where I yelled at my motorcycle, "Turn, damn, you, turn!" on an off camber left hander. Going west I hit the same one and really didn't handle it any better. I call that Damn-You Turn now. Over the next 36 miles there's only two or three miles of pavement. The eastern and western ends are tight and steep and loosely paved, but there's a lot of much easier hardpack in the high country. My first ride was from west to east, fully loaded for overnight camping, alone, and with no GPS. That was stupid. I would recommend riding this road with a companion, as all off-road adventuring should be done. This time I was more lightly loaded, and knew what I was in for, and still ended up under the motorcycle in the middle of nowhere by myself. Stupid. Really not clever. Anyway, 311 is a shit road through farm country and it ends at a paved road that is one of a number of roads called "Sherwood" that predominate this area. There's some cows, cattle guards, furniture and a sign pointing back the way you came. Head west a bit 'til you get to the intersection with Bertha Keys Way. Bertha Keys is opposite the end of Road 419 which is the proper Ft-Bragg-Sherwood Road Bertha Keys, on the north side of the intersection. Road 419, unmarked, on the south side opposite Bertha Keys Enough about how to find the Ft. Bragg-Sherwood Road without a GPS. The Ft. Bragg-Sherwood road is a challenging but rewarding thing to ride. Not rewarding in terms of sweeping scenic vistas, but a challenge that even a gibroni like me who only started riding off road when he was 45 years old can ride (with a buddy, not like I did) on a comically outsized adventure bike. It's got its gnarly parts, but it's not the road to Gnar-Gnarnia. (I had to work that phrase in somewhere.) For navigation it's pretty easy to follow, I did it with no GPS once just by looking for "the road most traveled"; if you get off the correct part, there will be a gate soon enough to tell you that (or you'll be on a bypass.) The road surface is all over the map, there's a little bit of everything but mostly manageable if it's dry. If it's rained in the past month I wouldn't take anything bigger than a DRZ400 down it. There's a spot up on the high line that's good for a picnic. looks like many trails intersect up there. Look at all those trees I just rode through! And they're not on fire! My ride was going swimmingly well until I met this guy. I wondered what would happen if there was a logging truck coming the other way, as the road is a 2-rutter. I found out out they send a hippie in a pickup as a pre-runner, and he stops at a convenient chicane and traps oncoming motorcycles. "There's a tractor coming.", he says, as if there's some hayseed on a Massey Ferguson up the road, but it's this thing. Well the road conditions deteriorated considerable in the wake of that thing. One mile behind him I heard a deep diesel rumbling and made for the margin. A nice man in a 1962 road grader who was happily tearing the shit out of what was left of the road after the 'tractor' went through stopped and let me pass. I didn't trouble him for a photograph. Another mile or two later I washed out the front in a deep sand rut (technically it's pulverized clay, not sand, which must be more important a distinction when rain is added.) Thusly was christened my Africa Twin with it's first tip-over. 18 months, 12,000 miles, 1 wipeout. I should try harder. In other news, I can put the thing rightside up all by myself; easier when the topcase is removed. I gingerly made my way out of the woods after that. Not much drama. Back to Fort Bragg for some calzone and Death and Taxes black lager, then into the hot tub. Thanks to NSFW for this thread! Come to the northern end of things and see the majestic... um, trees that are smaller than the ones you have down there? Clay? Pacific Ocean that's too cold to swim in? Potheads?