Spent a few days during the holiday weekend traveling up the PCH north of San Francisco. Its part of the state that I don’t spend much time thinking about normally. The landscape was intensely beautiful. The road hugged the edge of the landscape precariously. Hundreds of feet underneath the waves ceaselessly pounded into the rocks.

We spent some time on the beaches and in the forests. The towns up north seemed quiet and lonely. Things just seemed to move slower.

Eventually the road veered off the coast and led us into the redwoods and we rejoined the 101, only to split off again after a few miles onto Avenue of the Giants. The redwoods tower over the small 2 lane road. Some of the trees are wider than the cars.

Finally after 30 miles we got back on the 101 and after a while we arrived in Eureka. Old town had a lot of interesting old buildings but there seemed to be no people on the street, even for a Sunday afternoon.

Next day we went back to Fort Bragg and checked out the Skunk train before heading home to the bay.