Previous plans for surfing were out of the question, unless by “surfing” you actually meant "drowning". In my condition I was up for the latter. A much better decision for the morning would be to speed along some unfamiliar mountain roads on the Irony Horse.
There was a military base/lookout point on a nearby hillside. I recall Space saying that it was a great ride with an impressive view of the ocean on one side and the valley on the other. Predictably, the road narrowed considerably after passing the military base. I passed the “Cape of Good Hope Coffee Motel” and thought to myself: I could use a cape in my wardrobe, especially a cape of good hope. Something like that just might be enough to tilt my pragmatic nature slightly towards the optimistic side.
In the distance I saw a serpentine road up the side of a mountain on the other side of the valley; that would be my destination. As usual there was nobody around to save me from myself or at a minimum, report my stupidity to others. The pavement ended and was replaced by large river stones. The Irony Horse bobbed and weaved unable to maintain a straight path. Miraculously, I didn’t wipe out although there were a few close calls. That switchback road was as twisty as any I had encountered here and the climb was made doubly difficult because I couldn’t take my eyes off my surroundings. I wanted to press on further but a muddy stretch of road made the decision to stop for me. Trying to cross it would have made a wipeout certain and not just likely. Logic had prevailed and my return journey from yet another “middle of nowhere” began.
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