Stopped for a beauty shot here, and later paid the price for setting my front tire in puncture vine. It was worth it, though. I wouldn't have met Ranger Rhonda otherwise (more on that later). When you look at this photo, try to imagine the overwhelming bitter Rosemary pong of wet vinegar weed. I love that smell. That's Mendocino National Forest in the distance.

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