We stopped for a spot of lunch at a small western town (a phrase that you will be hearing a lot), called Point Reyes Station at a busy little place called the Station House Café, I dined on crispy peppered squid and fries and Linda had the soup of the day, (potato and leek) with garlic bread, cloves of roasted garlic squashed over the top of slices of sour dough bread that had been fried in olive oil, very, very tasty even if not all that healthy. We have both noticed that the Americans do not over season their soups, salads and foods in general, but leave the decision of how much salt to apply to your own discretion, very democratic.
We then headed further north along the coast stopping to take in the views,
|One Such View|
We decided to stop for the night, and we noticed a sign for a RV park as we crossed a typical high tresses bridge, turning left a small track wound down the hillside, to the Albion River campsite.
It was a little late, but they had a self-registration system (as do most sites) you pick your site and then put the overnight fee and the completed registration form into an envelope and put into the box provided. We done the requirements and then popped into the town of Albion to get some supplies. On returning I noticed some anglers cleaning their catch of the day, so I popped over to the cleaning tables to have a chat with like-minded fellows.
I also took some photos of the bird life on and at the river.
We popped into town to buy some food for that evening, it was just a small local store and the supplies were minimal, so it was to be Chilli with beans with bread that evening, we also bought a pack of bacon and a dozen eggs for breakfast.
We put the gas cooker on and we heated and ate our chilli and watched the sun go down directly between the trestle legs of the bridge, and it was a very nice sunset.
We stopped off for breakfast at a small town called Headlands and had a cup of coffee in a wonderful cafe that was a magnet to the art scene, with paintings by local artists adorning the walls and proclaiming live music every night, pity we couldn’t stay longer.
We popped into the store and bought supplies for the coming day or two, had a quick look around the town, it was full of art shops and galleries a very nice place to live I would imagine.
Back in the van and onto the 1 again and then we once again hit the trail, this time the Redwood woods started to close in, at Leggett the 1 joins the main coastal road Highway 101, we actually took a wrong turning into Leggett, but soon legged it out, as we turned a couple of road runners scooted across the road, that was our excitement for the morning.
We again headed North once again surrounded by the majestic Redwoods, we turned off the 101 and followed the signs for Avenue of the Giants, this little detour is a wonder the Californian Redwood trees soaring into the heavens, but they are so dense together there is no sky to be seen, the only blue sky is above the road. We did stop on a few occasions to take photos and to admire the beauty of the giants.
The detour road once again joined HW 101 but we stopped a few times to go to the Redwood that you can drive through, well you could if you were small enough, our height prohibited it.
Back onto the Highway we travelled further up North to a town called Eureka, well it certain hasn’t anything to shout about, we found a RV park and that had even less to shout about than the town, but you live and learn. Most RV parks are nothing to shout about, and this one will remain unsung and unloved, but as it was only for one night we suffered and next morning we were soon on the road. We popped into town, just to have look, we went down to the harbour and took some photos of the boats and some very interesting buildings in the old town, one of which could have belonged to the Adam’s family.
But enough is enough so heading up North in the direction of latitude 42° and the Oregon Border, but to reach that we still had another days travel.
We travelled through more and more Redwood Forests, until in a clearing we saw some Elk grazing by the road side, they were large males just coming into their prime, they certainly would have made a few nice Sunday roasts.
|A good shooting position (wink wink)|
We travelled a bit further and saw a sign for a state park; we turned off the Highway and took the smaller road, until we saw a nice rest at a Park Ranger Station near the Klamath River.
In a meadow were grazing 3 large bull Elks, we too our time had a rest, took some photographs of the Elks and the Butterflies gorging themselves on the Honeysuckle nectar.
|Well this boy likes beef and the rarer the better|
|The sign outside the Indian store|
Suitably rested and de-watered we headed off onto the highway 101 again and towards our destination for the night in the middle of the Redwood Nation Park near Crescent City.
|The Camp Reception|
|Our steaks and a healthy salad|
|Sunset through the Redwoods|
|A Lightning Strike|
|Horse Shoe Throwing Pit|
(we took a wrong turning so passed right through it) we eventually found our destination a trail head that led to the park and the dunes, this was at the mouth of the SMITH RIVER, yippee, we are at last famous and they have named a river after us.
It was a good hike through the woods, scrub and dunes, but well worth the walk (about 3 miles round trip). We at last came to the ocean and started to walk along the beach it was empty with the exemption of a couple walking towards us. As is normal Linda stopped to have a chat, they turned out to be called Jim and Jane, they were both ex-Marines, having served both in Iraq and Afghanistan. I then started to walk to the mouth of the Smith River, while Linda decided that rather than put her trust in the 1st Shiremoor (St. Marks) Scout troop, to chance her arm with the USA Marine Corps, I gave her the car keys (I am a trusting soul) and she returned to the car park with them as I walked into the wind towards the mouth of the river named after Jedediah Smith (I never knew that one of my predecessors was called after a Star Wars character.
|A Sea-lion keeping an eye on proceedings|
|A pointer back to the car|
|The trek ahead, through the dunes|