Feed Stop #1 : Rollerville Cafe

The Rollerville Café’s name has nothing to do with skating.
Read on to find out what it really means.                (Photo by Heather Granahan)

The Quirkutopian coast is a motorcyclist’s paradise. Moto enthusiasts enjoy the curving roads with astounding scenery; the fresh scents of the sea, forests and occasional medical cannabis planting.  Small villages offer excellent feed-and-watering stops along the way and the gorgeous riding weather most of the year – especially in the “Secret Summer” that peaks in October.

A recent moto camping weekend had these Quirks searching out breakfast just north of Point Arena. A local sent us to Rollerville Café, perched on the corner where Lighthouse Rd. turns off Highway One towards the famous Point Arena Lighthouse and Museum.

While you wait for your table-cracking load of delicious breakfast at the Rollerville Cafe, have a big ol glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice delivered by this friendly and quick young San Francisco Giants fan. (Photo by Heather Granahan)

Turns out the Rollerville also makes a damn fine lunch (prawn tacos! BLTs and burgers!) and on Friday and Saturdays extend service into dinner and sometimes do a prime rib . Makes us wish we could stay right there – but no go since the spiffy-looking set of cabins on the property run are a private time share. No matter, there is a lovely state campground and even a KOA up the road at Manchester where we slept just fine, thank you.

Popular for huge portions of from-scratch corn-beef hash, biscuits and gravy and the famous Monkey Omelet made with chicken sausage. No, I don’t want to know why it’s named that.                    (Photo by Heather Granahan)

Rollerville has nothing to do with rollerskates; in fact there is nothing close to a skate-able surface for miles around. Rollerville was the name of a small enclave built around a sort of roller-coaster  system for getting milled logs from the mills just inland out to the waiting ships tossing just off the rocky coast.

The flumes. With a rush of water, logs were delivered to a loading platform offshore where the ships picked up the wood. (photo from Mendocino Rail History)

Logs were steadily advanced on barbed rollers from the mill to Rollerville. There they were transferred to a long downhill water ride through wooden chutes – to Flumeville, another loggers station.

A log flume at Brennan Creek in Mendocino County. Some early quirks would ride the flumes for “inspection” and thrills. (photo from Mendocino Rail History)

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