Veggie and glass Enchiladas, coming right up.

A quick side trip after Sunday's ride brought me to a small house outside of Ft. Bragg, CA, the gem of the mendocino coast. 4 friends for one night with wine, and good food, and not one bite of food had chards of glass in it.
You see the problem:



Who knew a pyrex dish would shatter in the right circumstances?




Overall, though, a great night.
Some music, some pups, and a little hot tubbing after a long weekend of riding.






The road home probably would have been a lot more enjoyable if I hadn't been close to hurling for the majority of the 4-hour trip.