Forestville provides an excellent respite from the road. I eat and help cook marvelous meals with Bruce and his wife Mary. I spend a very full day riding backroads south past Sebastapol, Rohnert Park and Petaluma. I was hoping to make it back to the Golden Gate, but it proves too far for a day ride and I swing out to the coast on the Point Reyes road and back up highway 1. I stop for a meal on Tomales Bay and show up back in Forestville after dark, totally pooped.
Mom joins us while making her own way north to meet me at the end of my ride. I feel loathe to return to the road again, knowing that when I do it will all soon be over.