Gua huh?

Currently in the unincorporated coastal community of Gualala, just about 120 miles north of San Francisco. Riding was good today. This terrain is brilliant, basically short, steep rolling hills all the time. Lovely views, lovely sights, lovely nearly-interchangeable coastal weekend resort towns full of tsotchkes made of glass or wood drawing inspiration from indigenous cultures, Pacific marine life, or 60's ideals.

I spoke to a woman named Colby who volunteers at the local community art gallery. She didn't want a picture taken, but I believe her story is one not unfamiliar to a community like this. Born in Florida, she lived in Australia for many years, Spain for six years, and Plainsboro, NJ (near Princeton) for a while before (I assume) striking it big during the dotcom boom (she and her "we" [husband?] were both software engineers working with VoIP startups, so I'm making some assumptions). She retired and moved here in 1999 and loves it. In deciding where to settle, she flew out to SF, then just drove up to Seattle looking for a place to be, and this area was her favorite. Something about the Sea Ranch community and the people it draws. No one is actually from here, so being transplants bonds them all.

Yes, lovely, lazy place. A place to get a massage and take a bath or something. Tomorrow, I'll be within sniffing distance of SF. Excited? Excited.