The Acord house. I got these pictures in the reverse order again. I can't figure out a way to change them, so the next will be the last one of the day. Note the fog bank hanging over the ocean. We had sun most of the day, but it won't last. Filled the tank, rode 95.7 miles. Put in 2.059 gallons, couldn't press in any more than that. 46.47 mpg, mostly 55-60 mph, and some town starts and stops. Not bad for a 180 main jet! I doubt if I even opened up the MJ anyway, riding at these speeds. Probably mostly on the needle.
Rides & People
Friday, March 11, 2005
Just boats in the Harbor. Note the tapered pilings. That's to keep the birds off. Otherwise, the piles look like guano. (because they are covered in it)
I think some of us VROC'ers should buy this boat and turn it into a party boat! We could go catch a few fish and sell them to pay for the entertainment supplies!
A nice looking sail boat that has been converted to a long pole troller. All the boats use local pole from the woods, usually white cedar.
A monument to the fisherman from Florence harbor that never returned. (not counting those still stuck in a bar somewhere in Northern California)
Another good place to eat. Figured I needed to show a few of these so Wiliedog and Gumbo would drool some more
This is a famous place for chowder and sea food. Used to be very good, now they cater mostly to the tourists and quality has gone down.
The kites are limp right now. During the summer, every little town along the beaches are loaded up with wind catchers like these. Lots of them in yards, trees, and porches.
Chain saw carvings are a big deal in this part of the country. There are lots of small galleries and stands that sell them.
Bye the time we finished visiting and eating, the fog had come in. Bummer, it's chilly now, and we're 45 miles from home. Had planned on a real photo op, but it's too late now, so will just take a few more and head back to the barn. Old Town Florence is a real tourist trap, but a fun one. They have a pretty large bike rally here every spring, people around here call it the "Little Sturgis" since bikes line the streets for several blocks.