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Gualala |
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This was our second trip taken together, and it was in a teeny-weeny town in Mendocino county. The hotel terrace had a lovely view overlooking the Bay, and I had the best bar-be-que there. Once you enter the town, the plaque stated that Gualala had a whopping population of 126. Even though it was the week of fourth of july, the weather was still breezy and cool at night |
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After we left Gualala, we traveled back towards Mendocino, and hitched a ride on their Skunk train. It was a breezy summer afternoon, and the train snaked through the redwood filled forest, going through small twons and tunnels! |
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While waiting for our train to arrive, I have discovered the B/W button on our camera, and hence came the off-tone pictures.
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We spent the last day at a horse ranch where we were led by guides to ride out to the beach. It was Ben's first time on a horse, and I had a hilarious time laughing at him... Oh, eveil me!
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