During the ranch gathering I had gotten several ride suggestions from a fellow rider. This week we will start on the list.
But first a ride to the shop to get the fuel gauge hooked back up and a couple of other mistakes during the carburetor overhaul.
November 30, 2016 And now with a indication of our fuel level we headed out. One of Ruthie's favorite activities is to walk
along a body of water. Since we are within 60 miles of the ocean we shall make it happen. We have forgiven our GPS and allowed it to chart a course toward San Clemente thinking we would then follow #5 along the ocean looking for a beach. Crossing the two interstates in our path we skirted Lake Elsinore and were put on #74 to traverse up the mountain. Ruthie used her phone to capture pictures of the lake below us as the road switched back and forth.
Unfortunately many of the pull offs had a sharp and sometimes deep drop off to pull off the road. We found one where we could exit that allowed us to take a picture of the valley below.
It was interesting to observe the mountains in the distance and try to identify their names and which ones we had visited.
On one of the road signs I noticed that #74 over the mountain was also known as "The Ortega Highway" one of the suggested routes from our biker friends. He had also suggested a biker bar on the route however the ocean was our goal today.
. We are finding the California scenery breath taking. I had no idea of the rugged mountains and landscape that make up this state. We shall try to ride and explore as much of it as possible. On the ocean side of the mountain we took a short cut toward the south and were soon riding along the ocean. 
Much of the seashore was made up of cliffs that wouldn't allow Ruthie to walk close to the water. Seeking information on a walker friendly beach we rode on. Along with the ideal beach it was approaching lunch time and the "Oceanside Broiler" had been suggested to us. The suggestion was an excellent one. We shared a salmon dish and Ruthie had a margarita, her normal amount "this one and one other" The area around the broiler was filled with stores and tourist attractions. We will return and explore someday however today we need to get Ruthie to the beach.
But first a ride to the shop to get the fuel gauge hooked back up and a couple of other mistakes during the carburetor overhaul. November 30, 2016 And now with a indication of our fuel level we headed out. One of Ruthie's favorite activities is to walk
Unfortunately many of the pull offs had a sharp and sometimes deep drop off to pull off the road. We found one where we could exit that allowed us to take a picture of the valley below.
It was interesting to observe the mountains in the distance and try to identify their names and which ones we had visited. 
On one of the road signs I noticed that #74 over the mountain was also known as "The Ortega Highway" one of the suggested routes from our biker friends. He had also suggested a biker bar on the route however the ocean was our goal today.  |
| Bird whisperer? |
Much of the seashore was made up of cliffs that wouldn't allow Ruthie to walk close to the water. Seeking information on a walker friendly beach we rode on. Along with the ideal beach it was approaching lunch time and the "Oceanside Broiler" had been suggested to us. The suggestion was an excellent one. We shared a salmon dish and Ruthie had a margarita, her normal amount "this one and one other" The area around the broiler was filled with stores and tourist attractions. We will return and explore someday however today we need to get Ruthie to the beach.  |
| Mission accomplished! That's her way out there. |
Knowing the traffic situation going north on interstate 15 and how fast the sitting sun cools off the valley road we travel we exited the beach while the sun was still high in the sky. We took 76 northeast to the interstate and blended in with the flow of traffic. The ride home is never a relaxing one due to the speed of freeway traffic. You must be constantly on the alert for inattentive and impaired drivers. It is frightening the number of drivers talking and texting as they drive. Knowing the traffic jam by Temecula we exited early and made our way on the side roads. Another pleasant day on the trike.
Generously Sterling and Lynda have given us a rather large for a tiny house flat screen TV. It came with some suggestions as to how to mount it. Using the original mount from the much smaller TV I fashioned it using our hosts instructions. Unfortunately the original mount was extremely over engineered and it took several hours to reform the metal and mount so it could swivel for viewing. We now travel with a ROKU streaming device and using the internet we can now watch many programs on the TV instead of a small tablet.
December 2 Lynda had suggested the three of us take part in a Christmas in the colonies supposedly an old fashioned meal with the pageantry of an old fashioned Christmas. This morning we had received an email that the weather was turning cold with possibly snow in the forecast warning us to dress warm. Evidently some had already canceled their reservations. We arrived at Riley farm in the Glen Oaks area part way up the mountain north of Beaumont. Supposedly set in a tavern in Pennsylvania we took our place to enjoy our feast. The first course was corn chowder one of my favorites. Followed by Corn pudding (surprisingly not unlike scalloped corn) then we took a break and went outside for hatchet throwing, the prize a five pound apple pie.
At the competition I was tied for first place for some time with two hatchets stuck in the wood pile. However some bloke (old English for fella) threw three hatchets that stuck. Heartbroken from the hatchet throwing defeat and loss of apple pie we headed back into the tavern for the rest of the feast. The rest of the meal was very good with one more trip into the corn field for corn bread evidently a staple in those days. Caroling and a small Christmas skit finished out the evening. Fun times.
Generously Sterling and Lynda have given us a rather large for a tiny house flat screen TV. It came with some suggestions as to how to mount it. Using the original mount from the much smaller TV I fashioned it using our hosts instructions. Unfortunately the original mount was extremely over engineered and it took several hours to reform the metal and mount so it could swivel for viewing. We now travel with a ROKU streaming device and using the internet we can now watch many programs on the TV instead of a small tablet.
December 2 Lynda had suggested the three of us take part in a Christmas in the colonies supposedly an old fashioned meal with the pageantry of an old fashioned Christmas. This morning we had received an email that the weather was turning cold with possibly snow in the forecast warning us to dress warm. Evidently some had already canceled their reservations. We arrived at Riley farm in the Glen Oaks area part way up the mountain north of Beaumont. Supposedly set in a tavern in Pennsylvania we took our place to enjoy our feast. The first course was corn chowder one of my favorites. Followed by Corn pudding (surprisingly not unlike scalloped corn) then we took a break and went outside for hatchet throwing, the prize a five pound apple pie.
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| I believe she is the small white dot by the third pier. |
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| I apologize for not having the decency to crop her green shoes out of the picture. |
Wandering along the ocean the obviously very expensive residents caught our attention and soon we found a parking area next to a tourist area. Someone had donated a sea wall that extended out into the ocean. It provided a shelter for the baby sea lions to play in. Again we inquired of a walking beach and were directed across the bay to an area by a very large pier.
We mounted the trike and using due reckoning eventually reached our goal. It was perfect and soon Ruthie was a mere speck on the beach. While at the pier she noticed that it was used for large boat storage and the structure at the end was a crane to launch and retrieve the boats. Spendy I'm sure. Again I was impressed with the size of the beach houses including the stairs that could be lowered and raised by electricity. Doesn't take much to impress me, does it? 
The sun was letting us know it was time to head for our winter home again.
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