Sue and I made it our business to send protest postcards to the White House today to celebrate Ides of Trump.  The post office in Manchester is so small that they don't sell pre-stamped postcards.  The postmistress said the last time she ordered a hundred of them it took her five years to sell them.

Today we drove to Mendocino and toured the town.  We went into an art store and I resisted a fired dish with sneakers on it.  I'm still thinking about it, though.  We ate lunch at a seafood restaurant called Flow.

Then we took a driving tour of the town and saw some interesting homes and other buildings.

That evening we had dinner at Chowder House in Point Arena.  The scenery was gorgeous.  First we saw this tree overhanging a cliff with half of its roots exposed.

On the point was a monument commemorating the arrival of 15 Japanese men who had braved the Pacific for two months in a 30 foot boat to make a new start in America.  The town still has a sister city relationship with their hometown. 

Outside the restaurant was a signpost telling how far it was to other places.