This next bit will be in two parts just due to the number of photos. The next morning I was looking forward to the recommended routes I'd been given by Gary. I'd plugged in the route to the GPS, but also had the map folded and in the panel of my tank bag. I set out for Orick, CA, along the coast road. I'd been on worse roads in worse conditions. Seriously nice day. From Orick, I turned inland as Weitchpec as my next destination. I did stop in Orick for fuel, and it turned out there was just one gas station in a town of 350. The road to Weitchpec was nice, especially since it climbed in elevation and cooled down just a bit. The road rose above the treeline and opened up to great views of the valleys. Not sure if the dirt sections were permanent or just under construction, but they're pretty mellow. My next marked destination was Etna, CA, and my GPS said it was only about 115 miles from Orick, so I wasn't worried about fuel. I rolled through the small town of Weitchpec and turned north toward the next landmark/turn, Somes Bar. From there I turned back east/southeast toward Forks of Salmon and the route that would take me to Etna, Sawyer Bar Rd. I owed Gary a beer for pointing out this route. It was just so good. Sawyer bar road is mostly a single lane asphalt road. There are areas where it widens to a very narrow two lanes, but most of it would be generous to call it a lane and a half. There was a mountain on one side, a sheer drop on the other, and no guardrail. There were sections where the road crumbled away that were marked with caution tape, and a couple of stop signs had to be added since the road was reduced to a legit single lane. Easily the best motorcycle road I'd been on (so far). Narrow. They were cool and pulled over to let me by, though. I saw a total of 6 vehicles on the entire road. You can just see the river down in the valley off to the left. The entire ride was spent slowing way down for blind corners, and pushing the bike as much as I dared in the fantastically windy roads. I'm 1/2 tempted to take my daughter on this road when I come back with her in May, just so I can ride it again. One of the places the road crumbled away. That plastic tape tied to a rock makes an impressive guard rail.