August 30, 2019 – Up the Mountain with Gabe

From yesterday, Pamela asked why it is called a spit. Well, I dunno. That is just what I’ve always known the landform to be called. I asked Wikipedia and got the definition:

Spit (landform)

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to navigationJump to searchFor other uses, see Spit (disambiguation).

Diagram showing a spit

A spit contrasted with other coastal landforms.

spit or sandspit is a deposition bar or beach landform off coasts or lake shores. It develops in places where re-entrance occurs, such as at a cove’s headlands, by the process of longshore drift by longshore currents. The drift occurs due to waves meeting the beach at an oblique angle, moving sediment down the beach in a zigzag pattern. This is complemented by longshore currents, which further transport sediment through the water alongside the beach. These currents are caused by the same waves that cause the drift.

But, that did not give me the etymology. I could not find the origin of the word on the web. So, my theory is that it is called a spit because it looks like a tongue, which is used to spit. Anybody have a better idea?

Thanks, Pamela. I love to look up stuff like this.

We had a delightful day with Christopher and his good buddy, Gabe. His inlaws gave him and his wife a piece of property on the mountain overlooking Humboldt Bay. Her sibling also has an adjoining lot and have recently built a house on it. Gabe is in the planning stages of building a house on their lot. In the meantime, they have been using the lot for recreation and partying. Christopher wanted us to eat lunch up there and called Gabe to let him know. Gabe decided to join us.

This is the view from the sibling’s back deck. Humboldt Bay, city of Eureka, and the Pacific Ocean. Absolutely stunning.

They have also been gardening. Gabe gave me a complete garden tour. There are so many varieties I did not recognize.

This might be the most artistic vegetable gardens I’ve seen.

Now, this is something I’ve never seen before. It’s a Lemon Cucumber. So named for its appearance, as it tasted like a cucumber, and I did not detect any lemon flavor.

I went home with a box of veggies. Christopher added the Cheetos for a more balanced diet.

Christopher was enjoying the view from Gabe’s lot. It is more south and west than the existing house and has more mountains. I thought I took a picture of that view, but don’t have one.

We went for a ride in the All-terrain-vehicle through the paths they have carved out of the forest. Christopher drove slowly because I threatened him with a spanking if he didn’t.

I baked an apple pie with the apples we picked the other day. I cheated and used a store-bought crust (because I love them better than homemade). It was delicious!!

My sister Barbara told me I had not posted any pictures of Cordelia so I asked them to pose for me in the back yard.

I love this expression on her. It captures her personality. Adorable face and heart.

August 29, 2019 – Gill’s By The Bay

This was an errand day. The highlight, though, was going to Gill’s By The Bay for lunch with Christopher. This place is south of Eureka on the waterfront and close to the ocean inlet to Humboldt Bay.

The deck umbrellas are so colorful, it felt like a party.

We sat in the corner, by the entrance. The view toward the ocean was not so great. There was a perfect red rose just off the deck. That is Andy’s finger pointing at you there.

The view to the south was very nice. The low land behind the palm tree is the southern spit on the south side of the inlet.

It was a perfect day for sitting outside and eating lunch.

When we finished lunch, I walked to the edge of the parking lot to take a better picture of the south spit. It is about three miles long.

The view toward the northwest and the inlet is blocked by a long breakwater.

Then we were off for some more errands.

August 28, 2019 – Ride Through Coastal Range

We were deciding what to do for the day. When we narrowed it down to the museum or a drive through the mountains, Christopher decided a journey and a picnic would be perfect. We packed a bag of food and snacks and a bag of drinks. Then we headed to the grocery store to fill out the menu. Finally, we headed uphill on a road we had not taken before. Christopher is quite familiar with it, though.

Christopher and Andy were in the front, and I sat in the backseat where it is was difficult to see the road ahead. Eventually, I moved to the center. I could see the scenery better but not the road. Christopher was driving much faster than I would, and I was apoplectic when he went around the tight curves with a dropoff at the edge and I could not see the road ahead.

The scenery was gorgeous, mountains, trees, sky, cattle, and, rarely, a house. At first, the road was paved and lined. Then it became paved with no lines. Pretty soon, the road was narrow with no shoulder. The pavement became gravel. The gravel road turned into some gravel on dirt. I was terrified that we were going to meet an oncoming vehicle and wondered how long we would roll before coming to a stop. From my vantage point in the back seat, the road did not look wide enough for Christopher’s pickup truck, much less wide enough for two vehicles to pass each other. We did encounter a couple vehicles and passed with no trouble.

We had gone a long way when Christopher said we might see goats around the next bend. Sure enough, a large herd of, maybe, fifty or more goats was ambling across the road. We stopped to watch them pass. They were small goats and even smaller kids. This was before the road got narrow.

Goat Herd Crossing Road

The scenery was of brown grass and scattered trees when we were at the higher elevations.

We often saw mountain ridges in the distance.

We were all starving and decided to stop for lunch. There were not many places to pull off the road. Christopher pulled into a wide shoulder, but there was no shade. This stop was probably someone’s driveway, and it offered shade a few yards off the road.

That is the road there at the end of the blackberry-lined drive.

I whined about Christopher driving so fast while we ate, so he slowed down for the return trip. That enabled me to take a few more pictures. He would stop when I asked him too.

Next time, I will ask Christopher to wash his windshield before I try to take pictures through it.

I kept the canister of cheese balls tucked safely between my feet.

We saw a small shower in the distance.

That rockslide is over the narrow road we had to pass.

I was relieved when the road turned back into a gravel road even though it still didn’t look wide enough to pass anyone from where I was sitting. Christopher took this picture, and now I see the road is wider than I thought.

Christopher also took this picture of that tree on the ridge.

This ranch house sits very close to the road. It looks ever-so-charming. There were also artistic wrought-iron gates on the pastures.

When we crossed back over to the ocean side of the mountains, we could see a thick layer of fog rolling it. I got out of the truck to take a couple pictures.

We stopped a picked blackberries and Cordelia’s mother’s house. It only took a few minutes to fill my colander. Then we picked some apples. I made a double-batch cobbler. Next, it will be an apple pie.

August 26, 2019 – Arcata Marsh, Arcata, California

I have posted about our visit to Arcata Marsh in the past. Today, we visited the Interpretive Center before taking our walk, and I learned a lot more.

I copied this from their web site:

Arcata Marsh & Wildlife Sanctuary

The Arcata Marsh and Wildlife Sanctuary is home to the City of Arcata’s innovative wastewater treatment facility. The sanctuary is 307 acres, including freshwater marshes, salt marsh, tidal sloughs, grassy uplands, mudflats, brackish marsh, approximately 5 miles of walking and biking paths (PDF) and an Interpretive Center. By integrating conventional wastewater treatment with the natural processes of constructed wetlands, Arcata has succeeded in turning wastewater into a resource.

Located at the north end of Humboldt Bay, the sanctuary is situated along the Pacific Flyway, a major migratory route for thousands of birds that breed in the far north and winter in California, Mexico and Central and South America. The Arcata Marsh and Wildlife Sanctuary has probably the highest bird populated coastal site between Bodega Harbor and Washington, with literally thousands of birding visitors annually and organized bird walks held at least weekly year-round. The Marsh has hosted over 300 bird species.

The interpretive center has a long display showing how the system works. If you are interested here is the link to the park brochure. The wastewater treatment facility is truly fascinating and admirable. I also enjoyed the cigarette butt otter.

For those not familiar, Humboldt Bay is right on the Pacific Ocean. The towns of Eureka and Arcata are on the south and north sides, respectively.

Humboldt Bay

Who knew that a wastewater treatment plant could be such a beautiful place? Google some images. It is very popular with Arcata residents for walking, biking, dog walking.

My reason for going there today was BLACKBERRIES!!! Most of the trails are lined with them and, though they are not at peak yet, there were more than enough ripe berries for me to make a cobbler. Cordelia came home just as I took it out of the oven. She has impeccable timing.

Son-in-Love, George sent me a photo of grandson Owen.

Last year, when we were visiting, Owen lost his first tooth. I asked him if he believed in the tooth fairy. No. Did he believe in the Tooth Baba? “What’s that?” I explained that to tooth Baba give her grandsons some money when they lost a tooth and gave him $5. He believes.

So, now, when he is losing teeth left, right, up, and down. He thought maybe the Tooth Baba would work long distance if Papa sent a photo. Guess I have to go buy a card to send the kid some cash.

August 25, 2019 – Fort Humboldt, Eureka, California

I just noticed a sign for Fort Humboldt last year and vowed to visit sometime. I had planned to pick blackberries today but forgot my berry basket. (Actually, it’s a small plastic bin.) So I quickly changed the plan of the day.

Fort Humboldt was established in 1853 to quell the fighting between the whites and the native Americans in this area. It was an impossible task. The fort sat on a nigh bluff overlooking Humboldt Bay. Today it overlooks a shopping mall. This is a state park and also includes some outdoor exhibits of logging industry equipment. We checked out the logging first.

There were two locomotives on display, but I could not get a picture of either one through the dirty glass with the sun’s glare. This is a railroad car designed to carry a log. A really really big one.

This is a log arch. It was used to drag the giant logs through the forest.

This is the Dolbeer steam donkey, invented by local hero, John Dolbeer in 1881. The steam power, with cables and ropes, replaced the donkey as a means of dragging the logs out of the forest. This was the beginning of mechanization of the logging industry.

Steam donkeys got bigger and bigger. This one is the Washington Slack Line Yarder, built about 1926. It practically “plucked” the massive trees from the forest and sped up deforestation and near extermination of the redwoods.

Washington Slack Line Yarder

Here it is at work.

My scale model Andy stood among the huge chunks of redwood.

There are plenty of photographs of lumberjacks, but most of my pictures did not turn out due to dirty glass and glare from the sun. Here are a few to ponder.

When I saw this photo, all I could think about was how it must have smelled in that bunkhouse in this damp environment.

This building, the hospital, is the only one that remains of Fort Humboldt. It served the whole community, not just the soldiers. It is now a museum.

Much of the museum is dedicated to the story of the Native Americans and their struggle with the white invaders.

The army was in the middle. White settlers wanted the natives exterminated, and the natives wanted the whites out of their territory. They were killing each other. The army’s role was to defend the whites and protect the natives. They ended up building a stockade around the fort and keeping the natives inside, which effectively made them prisoners.

A park employee was locking up as we approached the surgeon’s quarters. He was the second-highest-ranking officer behind the Commanding Officer.

I did get a peek into the parlor.

August 24, 2019 – Eureka, California

No sightseeing today.

We picked Christopher up for lunch and went to his favorite pizza place (Paul’s Live From New York Pizza) a few blocks away. It was clear that we were not going to be finished eating when his lunch break ended. I told Christopher not to worry; I would write him a note.

I didn’t take a picture, but it was something like this:

Dear Mr. (now I forgot his name!)

Please forgive Christopher for being late getting back to work from lunch. He was eating pizza with his Mommy.

Apparently, the note was a big hit. Everyone had a laugh over it. The boss posted it on the bulletin board, took a picture of it, and then posted the picture on the company employee site.

Christopher said he was forgiven.

August 23, 2019 – Moonstone Beach and the Lighthouse Grill

Grand-dog Cooper had a great day. A top-notch dog day. He got to ride in the back of the pickup truck (safely anchored down with a short rope (too short to hang himself over the side of the truck bed)). We took him for a walk/run on Moonstone Beach.

Moonstone Beach

Christopher kept him on a leash most of the time when there were other dogs on the beach. He is very obedient except where other dogs are concerned. Then he does not hear commands to come.

A row of houses is nicely perched on the hillside.

We walked along Little River while other dogs were present at the far end of the beach.

I got a kick out of this tuft of sea oats growing on a large rock.

Christopher and Cooper walked up the slope of an even larger rock.

I zoomed in for a better picture.

There are regularly climbers on the face of this big boulder.

There are even bigger rocks in the surf.

After our beach walk, we drove into Trinidad and the Lighthouse Grill. I MUST go there at least once on each visit. It’s the Nut Burger. I dream about the nut burger when we are not here.

I forgot to take a picture of my nut burger, so I Googled images. And what do you know? The picture I posted last year popped up. So, I am using it again. All the while I am eating one, I try to determine the ingredients. I’m stumped. Nuts and seeds and…I can’t identify the flavor.

Andy and Christopher got the Mashed Potato Cones. I’ve never tried one because I MUST have another nut burger. The Deluxe cone comprises mashed potatoes, cheese, bacon, gravy, and brisket. Christopher loves them; Andy thought the brisket was too spicy.

Cooper waited patiently outside in the truck. Christopher took him some tidbits twice.

Our next stop was the waterfront walkway in downtown Eureka. We got ice cream before the walk for sustenance.