It might be a short drive from San Francisco, but this is not Pelosi's California out here:
Lake Berryessa.
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The Knoxville-Berryessa Road north of Lake Berryessa is the reason I chose to bike this route to Ukiah. It is about as lonely and wild a road as you can find around here. In 24 hours I saw a total of three cars. I had the road to myself, the weather was cool, and the scenery .
I got to cross six or seven of these. Very nice.
I found a discreet campsite about a half mile up a dirt path off the Knoxville Road. I got to test the bike out in the dirt and mud (works great) and the camp spot was one of those camp spots I'll remember for awhile.
A couple shots taken from my bed at like midnight or so.
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