The Golden Gate and the bridge that bears its name changes its attitude minute by minute. First it’s clear and sunny, next its foggy and windy. At once you have a beautiful view of the bridge with San Francisco as the backdrop, five minutes later you can barely even see the bridge. We crossed the bridge in high winds and fog, how appropriate, almost cliché. We made our way through San Francisco via Golden Gate Park, on through Pacifica, Half Moon Bay, and Santa Cruz. As the sun started setting, we headed further south into the mouth of the Salinas Valley (made famous by John Steinbeck in the Grapes of Wrath) through Watsonville, Castroville, and into Marina for the night, and our third Airbnb host.We stayed with a great Chinese man and his mother who immigrated more than a decade ago to the US. The place was immaculate and he was a really nice guy and was waaaay impressed with the Goldwing. It was quite a coincidence that the nights we spent with him in early October, we had spent the previous year in China on tour. They had a really nice place for us and were kind enough to serve a hot breakfast. The Airbnb accommodations were picking up nicely!