Took a left off the bridge path instead of the right which has become my habit.
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| This sign leads you to the shoulder of 580...little misleading. |
Found a rugged quasi industrial, quasi government, somewhat abandoned feeling stretch of road ripe with potholes and debris. Chunks of asphalt and medium sized rocks dot the road and litter adorns most of the pull outs: spent liquor and beer bottles, fast food wrappers and plastic bags which cling to the dried out weeds.
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| Winehaven, CA |
A bit windy with some incline, kept wondering what might be just around the curve. Point Molate Beach Park has a porta-potty, grills and picnic tables. Only a few cars in the parking lot on this day. Sunny yet cold and windy, it was a relief to be away from the intensity of the bridge traffic and wind to a quieter more desolate place. Little did I know that I was passing through a ghost town, Winehaven, which once held the world's largest winery.
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| Nothing some elbow grease and a little paint couldn't fix. |
As I was passing a small row of long-ago abandoned houses, I had the fantasy that most wanna-be homeowners, especially those in California harbor, "I could fix that. That's somewhere I could live...how cute!"
This is a good recap, with better photos of Winehaven.
You'll pass a Rod & Gun Club on this route. The noise of gunfire alerted me to all the other sounds I heard including:
- Wind
- Whooshing cars
- Crows calling to each other
- Rowers receiving direction from a coach
- Frogs ribbetting
- Weird bicycle horn
- Rattling of the bridge as a big tanker passed
- Waves on the shore
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