This road has to be one of the great scenic highways of the world, certainly one of my favorites. I am so grateful I thought to come this way and certainly to be able to cruise through it on my Suzuki magic carpet, I’ve never enjoyed it more than today.
Tonight I am staying in Independence in the historic, i.e. 1927, Winndumah Hotel. I am just back in my room after sitting on the front porch for a couple of hours watching the 395 traffic roll by and visiting with a couple on their way home from Burning Man. Many interesting stories accompanied by 200 images on their camera.
Friend Carol Bornstein’s suggested I stop on the way here at Fossil Falls. I rode in the .4 miles of dirt, parked the moto with my trusty, patented String-O-Board then walked in the 1/4 mile to the Fossil Falls. Very worthwhile side trip and good to test the waters a bit beyond the tarmac.
I also stopped for a bit at Manzanar, as I usually do. What a sad part of our history. Kind of erodes the “can’t happen here myth”.
Great first day out. Tomorrow it’s into the Eastern Sierra.