Finding America

Kam got a little workout in with the bands this morning while I plugged away at the website. We got cleaned up and on the road by about 10 and began our trek west to the coast.

While the journey wasn’t a long one as the crow flies it was pretty crooked from start to finish and within a few miles of leaving Redding we felt like we were in another state all together. What was so unique about this place was the sheer number of Full sized Sasquach (Bigfoot) statues standing vigil in each of the small towns we drove through. I think we even passed the national Sasquach museum and headquarters. Where are we???

Anyhow we found a small shopping center that enabled us to park Kodi and get some lunch, taking a much needed rest from the winding road. The Subway was full of folks and seeing as it was the only real option in town it was easy to understand why.

The landscape continued to change as we drove into the mountains. With its tall evergreens and the beautiful river running below us, northern California looked like a postcard for what this Floridian thought the Pacific North West should look like.

Our park in Eureka was just off of the 101 about 5 miles north of the city and its spring time green was an alluring respite after the long drive. We set up Kodi and then took a drive to Eureka’s Old-town. The town was really cool. The old architecture of this fishing and logging town has been salvaged and reoccupied by an eclectic assortment of restaurants, retailers and organizations.

We had a nice time browsing the shops, we had a hot pretzel and a beer at the Lost Coast Brewery and then walked around along the boardwalk. It really is a nice town, kind of a hippy feel to it and as with most cities that have a strong hippy contingent, Eureka came replete with a large population of homeless denizens. There were more homeless per capita than in Boulder, CO and that is saying something.

Before leaving town we had some excellent Mexican food at El Chapala. It reminded us of our time in the Southwest. It was an interesting reflection for us, having been on the road for so long that parts of the trip really feel like ages ago.

We called it a day after our fine dinner.