Last week I went clamming. I managed to get five razor clams and come back with all my fingers, which apparently is good for a newbee. Cooking was less successful. They were badly overcooked and inedible in less than 5 minutes.
Yesterday, I took a hundred mile ride on Scooter of Anarchy, to Avenue of the Giants. Unfortunately an accident had the road closed and after an hour or so, I headed back north. I’ll go back another day. Still it was a perfect day for a long ride along the coast, through the redwood forest and the small towns that make up Humboldt County. A side note, they seem to have all three types of grocery stores in the county – natural foods, health foods and vegetarian.
I’m staying here one more week, then heading to the southern Oregon coast.
Doh hot yuh head, we bussin’ a lime dis too-day, wha yuh for.
Oh, dey doan tak de caribe in dis Trinidad? Crap, all that practice for nothing. Actually, they sound a little like Maine, though aye n’er bin der, err I’ve never been there.
After a beautiful 5 hour drive through the giant redwoods I’m here in Trinidad where I’ll be spending the next two weeks. The campground is pretty, surrounded by tall pines, about 150 yards from the ocean (though the path to get there is about 3/4 mile). You can hear the surf breaking, the sea lions barking and the gulls (gulling?). The weather is beautiful, it’ll be clear and about 68 the rest of the week.
Today’s drive, from Weedpatch to Cloverdale, took a little over 8 hours. I’m spending the night in a campground on the Russian River. It’s a beautiful setting, but I’m a little disappointed to still be in the summer heat – 102 this afternoon.
It might have occurred to me that it’s Labor Day weekend. I had plenty of time to think about it sitting in traffic on the I-10 heading, I assumed for the Pacific Coast Highway for a scenic drive north. It was easy to imagine PCH traffic on the holiday weekend being so much worse than this. So I pulled off the freeway into a Chinese vegetarian restaurant, where I met fellow RV’ers Bill and Linda. They are headed to Stockton via I-5, which is just about 8 miles (maybe an hour) west on I-10. Sounded good, so I decided to reroute for now.
I-5 gave me a chance to see first hand the route of the Hyperloop and get a good feel for what off-roading in the RV would feel like. A few more bone jarring hours, I’m stopping for the night in Weedpatch (no, really – it’s the site of the “Weedpatch Camp” in Grapes of Wrath). Not a bad spot for one night, but tomorrow could be a long drive if I want to catch up.
It’s early and I’m “hard” at work. I’ve got the dog’s leash in one hand, coffee in the other as I make the a last walk around of Roamward Bound, checking compartments and clearances. There’s no sign of the Fox 10 news crew, maybe they are stretched thin covering ‘tree fell down in last night’s storm’ stories. I guess it’s for the best that I decided against the high school marching band. No prob, I’ve got Tom Petty ready to play Runnin Down a Dream, cranked to 11.
The sun hasn’t quite come up as I pass by Perryville, looking for that beautiful glint of moonlight on the razor wire, as Duane used to call it, but alas it’s overcast.
Flying J at Ehenburg, AZ. Gotta try out my new RV discount card. Gotta spray my sandals with diesel. OK, they’re riding outside with Scooter of Anarchy.
Western foothills of San Jacinto … camp for day 1. Time to break out the good stuff, thanks Aaron.