Day 7 - Where else does a 40 foot Giant Lumberjack hide?
Leaving weird Oregon for weird California. But it’s our weird California. For now anyway, but that’s another story for another time. For all of the Golden States issues, and there are plenty, one thing for sure, there is nothing like the California coast. And the giant Redwood forests. Some of God’s best artistic work can clearly be found in the Northern State. Driving along the coast and through the forests in a car is nice. Try it on a motorcycle though, and its breathtaking. (Breathtaking also were the short stretches of road construction that were currently scored and covered in gravel….very unstable on two wheels….)
As we made our way to Eureka, destination for day 7, we happened upon a California Redwood tourist site. Can’t recall the name, but greeting any and all who approached was none other than Paul Bunyan and his great ox Babe. All 40 feet high of them!! For decades I (kev) have been trying to remember where this place was, cherishing a memory from when I was only 1 year old and came here with my Parents. I have always remembered sitting on Mr. Bunyan’s bunion, but had no idea where it was. Probably something to do with sitting in the back seat, strapped tightly in a car seat, not paying attention to our route back then….
But mystery solved!! Reunion with Paul and Babe completed, we ventured on to our day’s destination, Eureka, California. Temperature dropping as we approached the coast, we were glad to reach the camp site. Having become quite proficient at setting up our tents by now, we were quickly ready to experience some good coastal seafood. Imbibing in a couple local brews, the tone was set for enjoying a nice campfire and a good night’s sleep before our final day of this great adventure.