In the sparsely populated hills east of carmel valley, a random cyclist tells us of a special gourmet dinner, only on mondays, at “the last real roadhouse” where “farmworkers rub elbows with billionaires.” not quite, but surreal for sure. Great food, in any case. I had “Rabbit 5 Ways”. We camped in their parking lot, too tired to climb the 5-mile hill that dropped us off there.
Fortunate to pass through there on the Monday! We had tasty pizzas when we went in, but that might have been one of the non-fancy nights. No millionaires. Did you go the steep way from the West or the longer way from Tassajara road?
How’s the green grass – to – dry weeds gradient?
We took the easy way in and out. Stuff is still mostly green out here – gorgeous!