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Visiting Bikers
Aug. 23rd, 2011 10:14 pmIn the latest episode of Epic Procrastination, I hosted three bikers, members of the Border Riders, for dinner, breakfast, and things inbetween. The amount of slogging-off from work involved in this is getting ridiculous but how can anyone resist?
Anyway, after feeding and housing them for the night I joined them on their ride this morning, only intending to go along for a little ways. I thought I'd just go as far as the coast and head back. Well, once we got there, it was one of those warm, calm, wonderful days that you just can't resist. So I blew off the whole day and rode as far south as Pt. Reyes Station with them. What a great idea that was.
We stopped at Ft. Ross, or as I like to call it, "Otter Auschwitz". I took a classic "view from your window" shot:
Not sure if the windows used the original Russian panes or a classy contemporary reconstruction. But hand-made glass is BEAUTIFUL.
The guys specifically wanted to go have oysters at Hog Island. Haven't been there in ages, myself, but I was totally delighted to join them. I am a TOTAL OYSTER SNOB and a loyal fan of these particular shellfish, which to my palate define what an oyster should be. They are definitely "green" and full of algae, especially this time of year, in contrast to the icy purity of northern oysters. But the oyster is much better for it, with enormous flavors that assault the palate with wave after wave of briny deliciousness. No garnish, not even lemon juice, could offer any improvement. We ate 50 between the four of us. Only myself and one other rider knew how to shuck, so we popped them open and fed our partners in molloscovory accordingly. It was kind of erotic.
Nearly ran out of gas - had no idea that there aren't any gas stations between Bodega Bay and Pt Reyes Station. Made it, though, and raced home up 101 in time for dinner. I had some more oysters on ice in my saddlebag - thought it a little strange to eat them twice in a day, but they were every bit as yummy the second time.
Anyway, after feeding and housing them for the night I joined them on their ride this morning, only intending to go along for a little ways. I thought I'd just go as far as the coast and head back. Well, once we got there, it was one of those warm, calm, wonderful days that you just can't resist. So I blew off the whole day and rode as far south as Pt. Reyes Station with them. What a great idea that was.
We stopped at Ft. Ross, or as I like to call it, "Otter Auschwitz". I took a classic "view from your window" shot:
Not sure if the windows used the original Russian panes or a classy contemporary reconstruction. But hand-made glass is BEAUTIFUL.
The guys specifically wanted to go have oysters at Hog Island. Haven't been there in ages, myself, but I was totally delighted to join them. I am a TOTAL OYSTER SNOB and a loyal fan of these particular shellfish, which to my palate define what an oyster should be. They are definitely "green" and full of algae, especially this time of year, in contrast to the icy purity of northern oysters. But the oyster is much better for it, with enormous flavors that assault the palate with wave after wave of briny deliciousness. No garnish, not even lemon juice, could offer any improvement. We ate 50 between the four of us. Only myself and one other rider knew how to shuck, so we popped them open and fed our partners in molloscovory accordingly. It was kind of erotic.
Nearly ran out of gas - had no idea that there aren't any gas stations between Bodega Bay and Pt Reyes Station. Made it, though, and raced home up 101 in time for dinner. I had some more oysters on ice in my saddlebag - thought it a little strange to eat them twice in a day, but they were every bit as yummy the second time.
