Day 16 – March 28, 2016Got the hell out of Eureka aka “dump city.” On the far outskirts we located a Denny’s, grabbed a quick late breakfast and hit the road. We were pretty far behind in time, so thankfully we were only traveling a short distance to Crescent City CA, where we were looking forward to the Redwoods and all their glory.
On the way we had an exhilarating chance to drive our car through an actual Redwood Tree in Klamath Falls.
You will see your own opportunity to do this, shortly after you pass the golden bears on the bridge heading north on Hwy. 101.
Hint: pull your mirrors in and have someone stand in front of the car to direct you through it.
The woman who host the guest house is a kicker and full of fantastic information. Love it when folks are so willing to share in their beautiful part of the world they call home.
As we traveled Hwy. 101 there are scenes upon scenes in the mountains and along the coast that pulls at your car tires. You might as well give in because you don’t have a chance in hell of ignoring the insistent siren call of the surrounding nature.
TODAY’s TRIP
Many of the sights and stores are closed through the mountains but there are still many interesting sites to shoot.
Drove into Crescent City and were very relieved to be in a somewhat better part area of CA. We were too early to check-in, so we decided to drive the Redwoods Trail of Jedediah Smith Park.
We took what we thought to be the correct way, two trucks were heading up that way with one being a park ranger. It was steep and pocketed with deep holes, but it was paved and figured we could deal with it. We only went about 1/4 mile until we came upon the ranger and we asked him how the rest of the roads were and how far around? Just let me say I dislike this particular ranger immensely and possibly would head smack him if I by chance ever met up with him again. He says, “oh you just went through the worst part of it, traffic is fine and it’s about four miles through the redwoods.” When he really should have told us the real deal of how it was almost eight miles down the absolutely scariest, potholed, muddiest, rooted, intermit of blinding sun and shadows which often camouflaged the holes, falling limbs in the road (one got stuck under the car) skinniest dirt trail that can barely be called a road AND that we were going AGAINST traffic. So on top of everything else, we were defying death by having to figure out how to give room to each other to pass.
I chose many times to hug the bushes and trees but too many times I was left hanging so close to the edge that any moment I expected the wet mud to slide out from underneath us and plummeting to our death. Dramatic??? Not in the least! This was not my idea of fun but it appeared that many others were loving it. I have no need or desire to ever repeat this experience.
Hell road finally ended and we drove back into town, found a hotel room at The Quality Inn on the water and relaxed until dinner. We took the front desk suggestion and ate at “The Good Harvest Cafe.”
The dinner was the highlight to a very trying day. It is a very popular spot and we certainly understand why.
They don’t have a website but you can check them out on Facebook.
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