This past weekend, John and I decided it was time to get the
big bike out and go for a long ride. The last few months have been chilly and
rainy and we missed our fun outings on that big beamer.
So we packed a couple of overnight bags and since there was
a thick marine layer lingering in the early afternoon, we headed up an over the
San Marcos Pass looking for sunshine.
As we crested the summit, making our way through the fog it
felt like we were riding with the clouds, and I was glad I had bundled up for
I didn’t sleep great on our hard bed with hard pillows, but I still woke rested. I will admit, I prefer feather pillows, and these little older hotels rarely have them. John and I have often said, “It’s all about the pillows and towels” when it comes to hotel comfort.
We talked about our ride and John suggested instead of going straight home, we ride out to Frazier Park and then over to Ojai, and I immediately agreed.
Before leaving Taft, we stopped at Jo’s Restaurant for breakfast and I’m glad we did. Continue reading
Day one: 200 miles of back roads and small towns
Memorial Day marks a long weekend for most of us in the states. With so many people hitting the road heading for the beaches, we decided to set our sights inland.
It was time to dust off the big bike and go see the countryside.
John had discovered a road during his work travels and wanted to share it with me. During the Thomas Fire and Flood, South Highway 101 was closed and he had to get creative to find a route to Los Angeles.
That’s how he discovered the Calf Canyon Highway.