Saturday, September 29, 2007
...is still in Oregon but is on the Gold Coast, which is geographically already in California, with the cliffs and steep offshore rocks one associates with the Golden State.
We camped in a state park just outside the city limits of this not very touristy but naturally very scenic port town. We had the "secret campsite", on a gravel cul-de-sac off the main loops which actually has a view of the Pacific. (Most state park campgrounds seem to be parked back as if to keep tents out of sight of passing ships...)
Yesterday was all about dunes. North America's most extensive dunal system, though there are higher individual ones, I believe, on the Great Lakes. But sixty miles ago the coast did a fault-block thing and went airborne.
As said, Brookings could be Ukiah, it is rednecky, old fashioned, unless I missed the turnoff for the old town when I ran to town last night to get the lay of the land. There are espresso shacks/huts, which is a very NW thing (I have not been to California in 4 years) but no Internet cafe. I am working in a old-man donut shop across the street from a motel's high-speed internet.
Besides dunes, everything has been myrtlewood, myrtlewood, a tree that only grows on about a 150 mile stretch of Pacific coast. Neither burl nor hair or redwoods -- yet. Oregon's we-fly-alone philosophy meant most of them were logged a long time ago.
Today...Redwoods National Park, and maybe a stop in Arcata.
Posted by Kristopher at 9:16 AM