For those of you who have been following the controversy, I have reclaimed my stake in the blog (no matter what you say, Emma - teamwork!). And so....
Our day started a little like this, porridge and eggs benedict (with crab!) for breakfast in Mendocino. Cold and fog seeped in on us from all angles, but as we rolled out of town, we saw our first opportunity to hit the beach and couldn't pass it up.
The drive continued on up the coast, you couldn't even see the curves in the road in front of you. 
Eventually, we hit our 1,278th super-windy road up a mountain. The good news was that as we climbed, the fog dissipated and the sun started to sneak in. 
Somewhere on that mountain, we hit our 1500 mile mark, quite an accomplishment! Especially considering that we had lost all satellite reception on the GPS. Looking at the road signs, you can guess why.
I was driving, i.e. not looking past the road in front of me. Leo was riding shotgun, i.e. staring in to the abyss of forest that started immediately to the right of the shoulder of the road, saying things like "woah", "oh god", and "holy shit" along the way. Finally we had to pull into a turnout to just appreciate the vastness of what surrounded us. 
As we approached Leggett, CA, we noticed a sign for the World Famous Drive-Thru Tree. Wouldn't you go??
We had decided earlier to drive through Eureka, CA and stop for lunch in its lesser known little sister city, Arcata. We read in our guide book that it was a hippie enclave and we found the idea of it appealing. The lunch was great, the vibe was a little sketchier than we anticipated. The hippies were there, surrounding the town square, but there was a creepy feeling that we couldn't quite put our fingers on, so we put them on a club sandwich instead and then got the heck out of town.
The views today were spectacular. We seesawed between sun and fog as quickly as we zipped and curved around mountains and through forests.
Finally, about an hour or two after crossing the Oregon border, we decided to stop for the night. Coastal towns in Oregon aren't quite as quaint as they are in California, but in Coos Bay we discovered The Edgewater Inn. With thoughts of Madison sweetly swimming in our heads, we reserved a "spa room" by phone and pulled in an hour or so later. Needless to say, the Inn, or motel, wasn't quite what we expected. But still, it has a lot of good qualities leaving us wondering if it really isn't the best room we've stayed in. For example, the view from our private terrace:
(okay, so in the other direction, the view is a logging facility) Or, the spa in our "spa room":
Nice, right? Our fancy hotel in San Francisco certainly didn't have a jacuzzi in it, and for that matter, it DEFINITELY didn't have a jacuzzi right next to the bed!
OR, a bottle of J. Roget Brut from NY chilling in the fridge of the kitchenette...
I mean, this my friends, is what I call a classy joint. And now, if you'll excuse me, J. Roget (and Leo) are calling my name. That's all for now!xoxo
Trix
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Just to clarify, when I said that it was okay to hijack the blog, I meant together, lovingly. Hijack together and apart. You're doing a fabulous job thus far, H & T.
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