Approaching Mendocino on the coast highway in the fog, you see a white village glowing on a headland above the Pacific, framed by forests. You've come upon a north coast Brigadoon, a misty land that lies far, ar away (well, three hours past San Francisco). Mendocino is a Rip Van Winkle of a village that looks as if it slumbered through the twentieth century and awakened in this one.