Vineyard Near Calistoga in Napa Valley |
In the course of my chores I discovered that banks around here have all signs in both English and Spanish. The need for this was rammed home to me when I was at the launderette, where I had an animated conversation with a young boy who spoke no English, and I spoke no Spanish. We got on quite well. I found that the nearest Ford dealer was down at St Helena, so I made the decision to head down there after completing some purchases.
On my drive down to St Helena, the van behaved impeccably all the way. I didn't want to take the van in to the dealer's if I had no fault to show, so I rapidly worked out my options for heading west. I identified a road going west across to Glen Ellen on my map, and I could pick it up a few miles further south of St Helena, so I continued south looking for the road sign to Glen Ellen. When I reached Yountville I realised I had overshot the road, but there had been no road sign pointing to it. Rather than fruitlessly searching for it, I called in at Yountville visitor centre for advice.
Downtown Yountville |
At the opposite side of the valley, I noticed the hint of fog banks behind them. Once I had crossed the final set of hills after Sonoma Valley, it was a gentle drop down to the coast. The change in climate was dramatic. The whole coast was fog bound, and I noticed people wrapped up against the cold.
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Cliffs Near Jenner |
Flowers on the Cliffs |
I found a campsite, as expected, but they refused me entry because I didn't have a tent. Sleeping in vans was not approved of. I didn't argue, I just left and headed back down the coast to Bodega Bay, where I picked up a site on Doran Beach sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and the bay itself. I couldn't appreciate the views because of the fog. Hopefully things might have improved by the morning. I fell asleep listening to the breakers pounding the shores, and the fog horn booming every 20 seconds, a soothing combination.