Big Foot Chronicles

After three days of riding in northern California, we've concluded there is no Big Foot. But, amongst the hidden back roads there are plenty of pot farms and shacks that housed the Unabomber.

Tail of the Pothole.

 Conquered the Lost Coast Highway today from Eureka to Miranda. Calif. Now, we need a chiropractor.

Hotel California?

It rains in Oregon

 And, a lot. If people here only tell you it's a "Seattle thing", they are liars. Finally, some photos with blue stuff.

Meanwhile in Oregon...

More photos of no value to anyone, including my mom...