Look out window-rose bushes blowing like crazy-drizzling-don’t want to leave.  Leader has on rain gear-me too.  Head wind most of day-except when we are climbing & trees protect us.  U-HOO-see Jean at camp site-ride around in circles.  She goes back to 101-Armand finds gravel path.  U-HOO-see Lynn at street corner-U-Hoo-here comes Jean.  Eat breakfast at Ft. Bragg.  Slow going-wind is a killer.  Armand waiting at top of hill-see some birds fly away.  Man tells us they’re homing pigeons-he brings them up here for exercise–also competes.  Longest race was over 500 m–I don’t think I can find my way home without my leader.  Stop in Elk at grocery store for lunch-in walks Jean–later here comes Lynn.  They give us a box to hold on our laps-chili & chips & root beer.  Starts to rain again-ask man if it’s all down hill now.  Oh-NO-hate to tell you but the steepest grade (25%) on the entire Pacific Coast is coming up-but it’s only 1/2 m.  We all end up walking except for Armand–I think it’s because he’s a vegetarian.  After 27 m we get to Point Arena-only 2 motels in town.  The Wharf Masters ($130) is a m out of town & by the ocean.  Unbelievable-steepest uphill to lobby I’ve ever seen-we all walk our bikes (except for 1).  Jean has found another great place-huge bath tub & lady washes our clothes for free.  Eat pizza for dinner.  Another day of 4,800 ft elevation.  Have trouble walking up steps to room.