motoproponent
Demon of the Glass Vagina
- Joined
- Nov 3, 2005
- Location
- El Sobrante
- Moto(s)
- 2024 Energica Experia
2014 Speed Triple R
- Name
- Jeffe
Yet another reason why we live in the greatest place on earth. At the P&W a few weeks ago me and Georgiofurioso hatched a plan to ride to Ensenada over the long weekend. Well I being a slave to the man threw a wrench into that plan so a magazine article about the Lost Coast served as the impetus for another shorter ride.
California’s Lost Coast is the last stretch of undeveloped coastal wilderness. It is serviced by only one road, Mattole Road (called the wildcat by locals). Head north till you come to Legget and the end of Hwy 1 and keep going. Through the incredible redwoods to Fortuna and you’ll come to Fernbridge. It was built in 1911 and was an engineering marvel in its day. It was the longest all-poured concrete bridge in the states. Just up the road was Petrolia. The first place oil was struck in California.
While little historical milestones were all around, they paled in comparison to the scenery. There were times when we felt as though the whole place belonged to us. You would crest a hill or round a corner and just stop in the middle of the road to look. Then you would remember that you had a camera and snap a pic or two. I quickly realized that the pictures couldn’t do this place justice.
I’m thankful I had friends to share it with.
Despite my horrible navigating skillz, I managed to get us everywhere we wanted to go. But the trooper for the weekend was The_Phantom. Despite being on some of the roughest, most technical roads ever, aboard a borrowed literbike even, she kept her cool and rode her own ride.
Good job.
With the “Wildcat” in the bag and the Lost Coast found, it was back to the base camp in Garberville. After we talked our waitress off the ledge we had a belly full of food and it was time for some cocktails after a day well ridden. In the morning we got up, and I rallied the crew for the ride home. (That was like herding cats!!) We had breakfast, stopped at the Chandelier Tree and rode the CA HWY1 from its termination point all the way back to Tomales for some BBQ Oysters.
The other guys got better pics than me. I think there may even be a video or two popping up.
The fiscal year begins October 1, I’ll put together another ride like this after that and before the rainy season starts. The article that started this ball rolling was “Dual-Sporting the Lost Coast”. The next ride will contain a bit more roughage
and will be based out of Shelter Cove.
Keep in mind that these pictures are strictly documentation that we were there. You can’t really capture how big the trees were, or the spectacle of the Lost Coast, or riding the tip of HWY1 as the fog wafts through the tops of the trees.
The ride to Garberville was uneventfull. We did come across this abandoned overlook that overlooked a river.
WHen we got to the hotel we dropped our bags, got a bite to eat and headed out. The Avenue of the Giants led us up north.
California’s Lost Coast is the last stretch of undeveloped coastal wilderness. It is serviced by only one road, Mattole Road (called the wildcat by locals). Head north till you come to Legget and the end of Hwy 1 and keep going. Through the incredible redwoods to Fortuna and you’ll come to Fernbridge. It was built in 1911 and was an engineering marvel in its day. It was the longest all-poured concrete bridge in the states. Just up the road was Petrolia. The first place oil was struck in California.
While little historical milestones were all around, they paled in comparison to the scenery. There were times when we felt as though the whole place belonged to us. You would crest a hill or round a corner and just stop in the middle of the road to look. Then you would remember that you had a camera and snap a pic or two. I quickly realized that the pictures couldn’t do this place justice.
I’m thankful I had friends to share it with.
Despite my horrible navigating skillz, I managed to get us everywhere we wanted to go. But the trooper for the weekend was The_Phantom. Despite being on some of the roughest, most technical roads ever, aboard a borrowed literbike even, she kept her cool and rode her own ride.
Good job.With the “Wildcat” in the bag and the Lost Coast found, it was back to the base camp in Garberville. After we talked our waitress off the ledge we had a belly full of food and it was time for some cocktails after a day well ridden. In the morning we got up, and I rallied the crew for the ride home. (That was like herding cats!!) We had breakfast, stopped at the Chandelier Tree and rode the CA HWY1 from its termination point all the way back to Tomales for some BBQ Oysters.
The other guys got better pics than me. I think there may even be a video or two popping up.
The fiscal year begins October 1, I’ll put together another ride like this after that and before the rainy season starts. The article that started this ball rolling was “Dual-Sporting the Lost Coast”. The next ride will contain a bit more roughage
and will be based out of Shelter Cove. Keep in mind that these pictures are strictly documentation that we were there. You can’t really capture how big the trees were, or the spectacle of the Lost Coast, or riding the tip of HWY1 as the fog wafts through the tops of the trees.
The ride to Garberville was uneventfull. We did come across this abandoned overlook that overlooked a river.
WHen we got to the hotel we dropped our bags, got a bite to eat and headed out. The Avenue of the Giants led us up north.
