Tuesday: We started out driving through the Avenue of the Giants (Redwood Forest) and did the touristy thing of driving through the big redwood. We drove thru one of the large Redwoods; it was disappointing in that the tree is now dead and for some reason I thought I recalled that earlier photos showed the tree alive but that may have been greenery and branches from surrounding trees. Anyway, the forest is beautiful and there were many giant live trees to admire. (Be sure to look closely at the tree-house for the guest peeking out of the upper window.)
After leaving the coolness of the forest, we headed north towards the coastline. We didn’t really have a specific destination, we just knew we wanted to spend some time outside in some cool air. We fell upon a little town called Ferndale. I will post a few of the 50+ pictures I took because Ferndale is a Victorian village and with the beauty of the town, the flowers and the 62 degree temperatures, I was ready to move there. As we walked (almost) from one end of town and back taking pictures of the architecture of the buildings and homes and the beautiful flowers, people all along the way stopped and talked to us. It is a beautiful welcoming little town and we enjoyed every minute of it. We even starting paying attention, looking for “For Sale” signs. Only found one and all of the brochures for the house were gone. Lovely thought of moving there fell by the way-side.
After leaving Ferndale, we did a kind of drive-thru of Loleta. Not much there but they produce their own cheeses so we stopped in for a sample. I had never had “curds” so after tasting a few “very good” cheeses, we settled on a package of curds which are quite good. “Curds” are, basically, cheese that has not be pressed, removing the last of the moisture. However, they flavored their curds with sharp cheese so they seem now like lumps of sharp cheese. I don’t think I have yet experienced “curds and whey”.
We moved on to Eureka, where we stopped at a beach side restaurant called Gills by the Bay. We sat outside with a cold drink and a sour dough bread bowl filled with a great seafood chowder. In addition to a beautiful view, their flowers were awesome and I have included a couple of shots of those as well.
After a nice lunch, we headed south along the coast working our way (long way) back to the campground. There is not a road that hugs the coastline at this part of the state, so we were required to drive inland (through mountains) and than back out (through the mountains) to the coastline. Certainly not a path for an RV as the roads are not only narrow with numerous hairpin curves, many spots and bridges are single lane and you had to wait on other traffic. Actually, there were two challenges for the driver: 3 spots in the road had half of the road gone, usually on a steep curve with a beautiful view of the valley below; and, secondly, large semi’s were using this road, challenging me to stay as far from the center line as possible.
But still a beautiful and scenic drive.
We worked our way down to Shelter Cove, on the coast, where we took a walk down to the beach, climbed on the rocks, took some photos and headed back through the mountains.
We finally got back to our campground about 7:30 pm, we poured ourselves a glass of wine, turned the A/C in the RV down and sat outside and enjoyed our wine and talked to our neighbors. I was exhausted, being a co-pilot while Steve drove through the mountains wore me out.
Today was a great day, tomorrow we will head to Brookings, Or., where Steve’s brother, Don lives. We plan to park on his property and hang out for a few days before heading to Bend, Oregon.