We pedaled in to our destination in plenty of time. The Doll House in Rhineland. This place was chosen because the web site had images of good looking french toast on it, and good reviews of that same french toast, and I share my life with a woman who loves . . . you guessed it: french toast. Destination decided by breakfast food. I had thought the name of the place was because it was formerly owned by Ken and Barbie, but it didn't look at all like the Malibu Dream House Which was a good thing, actually. I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to that much pink. It turns out the Doll family had lived there originally.
The house was easy to find, they had their own sign off of the trail, just past the ball field. The town is a bit odd. After the last big flood in 1993, most of it was relocated to the top of a bluff not to far away. There's an interesting footprint left behind in the form of part of the old street grid.