Arrived in Fortuna this afternoon and spent some time just riding around town, chatting with locals and reminiscing of a time (35 years ago) when a small band of hippies (myself included) came through here and outlaw camped right in the city park. (hassle-free!) We were heading over to Cape Mendocino, hoping to find the exact spot of the continental United States' western-most point. I must say, we were really out there, no pun intended! I called out to the lighthouse monastery on Table Bluff and have an appointment with Father Herman around noon tomorrow. I am just a little creeped out with all these "coincidences" and will be happy to drop off the statue and move on.
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