A lot of people in Germany know the beautiful town of Mendocino – at least the name – because of a very cheesy song:
To all those who don’t understand German: The guy singing is searching a beautiful girl in Mendocino. She was a hitchhiker, and he forgot her name, so he spends his days knocking on doors, looking for her. The song is a cover version of a song by the Sir Douglas Quintet. But I think it’s not about a guy looking for a girl… But listen for yourself.
After we had our Golden Gate Bridge adventure – and a headache – Sydnee and I drove through the breathtakingly beautiful golden hills of Northern California. And deep green redwood forests. We stopped at a very nice vinery for a picknick. And then I was introduced to a place to which my soul instantly connected1: Mendocino.
And although I was again blessed with unusual sunshine, I think I would have loved it with fog too. Because this ocean fog is a very theatrical fella, adding instant drama to any boring coastline. And he seems not be as sticky and ongoing like the fog around here, which sometimes doesn’t move for days.
It is a rough beauty, this Mendocino county. There are the deep and dark redwood forests, which reminded me a lot of the Black Forest at home. Then there’s the coastline, steep and rocky. With lots of Ice Plant. And Nasturtiums, with the biggest leaves I have ever seen. And no aphids! Unfair!
It was in many ways a vacations of firsts. First long-distance flight alone, first time in the US, first time I ever ate oysters, first time I drove a Pick Up… I did so much, but one of my favourite things was pretty unspectacular. It was a bench.
It’s located in Albion, at the very end of a spit. You sit just mere inches away from the drop into the ocean. And it’s a huge bench, maybe designed for giants? The special thing is, that it is on private grounds. You can’t just access it like that. You have to ask permission. And I would so love to have met the guy who owns it. He’s a photographer and has quite a name in Hollywood2.
More pictures here.