Fort Bragg to Fort Ross/Jenner-78m

I still don't know where we are, is it Fort Ross or is it Jenner? 

There's been excitement in the near loss of one member of the group, who was awol until half an hour ago. Steve had gone so far as to call the Sheriff!

Orange Mike had missed the hotel turn off and was riding naked (with no Garmin! Dead battery) so had lost track of the mileage. A helpful local lady had then told him the hotel was 18m the other way, in Jenner. 

So, Mike's earnt himself a steak the size of a saddle tonight.

Before the day had even got started there had been more emergency action with Colin having to go to ER last night, very unwell. 

He's dosed up now and hopefully a couple days with the marvellously soothing Geoff, in the van, will see him back on the pedals again.

Steve might need a significant number of beers ce soir after all this work, piled on what was already felt a demanding day on the tarmac.

The route was far from flat, although started off deceivingly pleasant. Constant undulations as the route wiggled along the shoreline in and out, with each 'in' sending you charging down to a hairpin, requiring a slamming on of the anchors and then a turtle like crawl back up the other side. The men folk seemed to find the momentum to get back up the other side, me less so.

40miles in and the mist came down, our first encounter.

Then 15 dampish miles later, goodbye mist! Hello picnic in the sun!

Then 5miles later, agh, mist!

As luck would have it as we coasted into our hotel the sun was back shimmering on the water, time for a trip to the hot tub!