We spent the first week of our West Coast adventure in (very) rural Mendocino County, California, at the fog-shrouded heart of that vast state’s “lost coast” region. It was hauntingly beautiful: verdant, wild, misty, and mysterious. We had some great meals (all the fish, get in my belly) at small regional eateries where rustic settings and high quality cuisine were not mutually exclusive, and we hiked memorable trails along cliff tops, through redwood groves, up fern gullies, and across wind-swept headland meadows. We’d visited the very Southern end of Mendo some 30 years ago, briefly, and it stuck in my memory as a place deserving a return trip. We finally got that done, and it was worth it. Yesterday, we headed north to Mount Shasta, awesome and amazing in its own right, though very different from the coastal region. We’ll be heading northward again tomorrow, eventually ending up in far Northern Washington, with a few stops for a few days along the way. If interested in what this first leg of the trip looked and felt like, I offer 10 snaps below. I’d suggest you listen to this song while you look at them. Onward!