September 5, 2019 – Eureka to Lassen Volcanic National Park, California

California Route 299 connects US 101 (the Coast Road) to Interstate 5 at the north end of California’s Central Valley. My photos don’t show it, but it is one of life’s memorable drives. I did take some pictures because there were so many spots where road repairs stopped us.

This was a particularly scenic spot, with an overlook to take in the scenic mountain view. The entrance to the overlook was just where the flagger was standing with a stop sign. When we finally moved again, we decided not to stop there.

I did take a picture out my window of the scenery uphill. We were close to the top.

I was surprised to see a rest stop and pulled in to take advantage of it. This was in a narrow-valley section of the road and the hill was steep just behind the building.

This is the rest-stop cat.

The road follows the Mad River and its tributaries through the mountains. We were often far above the gorge and could not see the bottom.

Those are some mean looking mountains.

At one point, I saw a place to pull off the road where I could get out of the van and take a picture of the river. This is not the most scenic spot.

There were many cascades.

This stop was a long one. From the amount of dust in the air, we thought they were blasting ahead, though no signs advised it. I looked to me as though they were clearing back the hillsides farther away from the road to prevent rock slides onto the highway. Loaders were filling dump trucks with rubble. We saw this in several spots.

This photo was through the windshield while we were stopped, yet again.

Note the piles of dirt/gravel on the roadside ahead. The actual roadwork was around the bend.

At Redding CA, and Interstate 5, we took California 44 right to Lassen. That drive was also scenic, but no road work gave me an opportunity for pictures.

Here is Scamp in our campsite in the Manzanita Campground in the Lassen Volcanic National Park. It smelled so good there!

Every campsite has a bear box and a sturdy picnic table.

The trees are magnificent. I think these are Douglas Firs.

This is Manzanita Lake, which is next to the campground. I suppose, though, I should say the campground is next to the lake.

The campground store has a great log bench in front.

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September 4, 2019 – Trinidad and Patrick’s Point State Park

Cordelia’s mother Davina joined us today for our last day in Eureka. Cordelia drove straight to the Lighthouse Grill in Trinidad so I could get another nut burger before we leave the area. Davina became much more animated when she got her sandwich and “the best French fries she’s ever had in her whole life”.

After our delicious lunches, we went a bit farther north to Patrick’s Point State Park.

I told Andy to smile for the picture and he said, “I am smiling”. The ocean behind us disappeared in the mist.

It was a bit hazy over the ocean, but the weather was actually perfect for taking a walk. We were high above the ocean in the parking lot. The hump on the left is Patrick’s Point. The one on the right is Wedding Rock. The ocean waves were crashing over the rocks between the two large ones.

This huge rock wall is along the rim trail.

We headed out the trail to Patrick’s Point. Knowing I would be snapping away, Cordelia and Christopher decided to pose as I was approaching. I liked this one.

I don’t know whether they were posing for me at the point or not.

We stood and watched the ocean for a while before moving on. The specks far out in the water are both rocks and boats.

I came up another path and found Cordelia standing on a bench for a better view while Davina absorbed the atmosphere. The weather was perfect.

Wedding Rock in enormous. You can see two people specks on the path at the right edge of the picture.

I zoomed in for a closer look at the top of the rock and saw several more people. Note the two sitting outside the wall, just above the green spot on the left.

This is the next rock north of Wedding Rock. I see the white speck is still standing on the trail to Wedding Rock.

We did not hike down to Wedding Rock as the path and steps are steep and would challenge Andy’s sense of balance. I spotted more Dudleya growing on Wedding Rock.

I like this photo of Cordelia sitting quietly and communing with the Pacific.

It was fun to take pictures with family in them today. I don’t know what they were looking at, but it was something interesting, for sure.

Most of Patrick’s Point State Park is a forest and it extends to the bluffs at the ocean’s edge. Here, we were walking back toward the rim trail.

Christopher climbed up to have a look into the big holes in the rock wall.

Spiders. The answer was spiders. Therefore, he declined to sit on the edge for a photo.

It is a large state park, so we drove to Agate Beach. There are probably a dozen people walking down there on the beach, not even specks. At the far end of the beach is a sand spit that contains the Big Lagoon, along US 101.

I decided to test the seat formed by a low branch and Christopher took my picture.

Then he showed me how to really lounge on a branch above the ocean.

When he got up, he noticed that the ground felt hollow. And, when he stomped his foot, the pebbles bounced. That was just a little bit creepy; the ground should be solid.

I don’t know why I posted another picture of the beach.

Our next stop, still within the park, was Sumeg Village. There were more than 50 villages of the Yurok people along this coast in the 1800s. Sumeg means “forever” in Yurok. This village was constructed by an all-Yurok crew in 1990. It is used for cultural and educational activities that preserve the heritage of several local tribes: Yurok, Karuk, and Hoopa.

Our first sight was three deer. What big ears they have! They ambled off as we approached.

This is a sweathouse, which I imagine is like a sauna. The opening is about knee-high.

I turned on the flash and stuck the camera into the opening for a picture.

There were three typical redwood plank family houses with a hole to crawl through for a door. Cordelia surmised that would make it easy to bash a bear in the nose if he stuck his head inside.

One house had this interior. Two wide high shelves (bunks?) and one bench.

The others had this odd design. The perimeter was the level where you crawl in and the center was much deeper.

Christopher said there were steps, or a ladder, leading down into the center pit. Did they sleep below, next to the fire? Was the perimeter to store food and stuff? Did they sleep around the edge to stay out of the rain coming through the smoke-hole in the roof?

The roof was a complicated structure made of planks laid crosswise to each other in a kind of a stack. It must be fairly effective keeping the elements out. Note the logs laying across the planks that are tied down to the main beam with hazel bindings.

This looks like another sweathouse. It was behind a locked gate in a fenced-in area.

This is the dance pit. The boards on top are widely spaced, presumably for some shade. For a moment, I wished there was some signage to explain things. Then I realized/remembered that this is not a museum, per se. This village is used by the Yuroks for ceremonies and gatherings. We saw a poster for one coming up this coming weekend.

Christopher served as my scale model today. He is six-feet and four-inches tall.

Our last stop within the park was Palmer’s Point.

We could hear the sea lions barking, but could not see them. Christopher asked me to zoom the camera on this distant rock in the ocean. I still could not see them, but enlarged on the computer, those sea lions showed up.

These flowers were along the bluff at Palmer’s Point.

August 31, 2019 – Clarke Museum – and tacos

Our morning walk was downtown today. This is the Carson mansion (now a private club). He was one of the early lumber barons here in the logging heyday. There is more information about the house on Wikipedia.

This house, across the street from his father, is the house William Carson had built for his son as a wedding gift. They call it “The Pink Lady”.

We walked by the Humboldt County Library, and I admired the architecture as it “fits” with the area. We decided to go it for a look around, but it was closed.

I imagine the library has some big windows overlooking this view of the bay.

Christopher has been talking about the taco truck, so we tried it today. I had some chorizo tacos, with ground, browned, and crisped chorizo. Christopher tried one of mine and, since we liked them so much, we ordered two more. See the extensive menu at the left end of the trailer? I was amazed at how many items they prepare in that small trailer.

Christopher is a friend of everyone he meets around town. The taco man posed for a picture, but I forgot his name already.

Cordelia recommended the Clarke Museum downtown in an old bank building. I love old, fancy bank buildings, so I would have enjoyed it if the place was empty. Andy and I spent a couple hours looking at the exhibits in this relatively small museum. One room was primarily quilts made in Eureka over the years. Two caught my interest.

This one is like no other quilt I’ve seen. Other than the fact that there are squares, there is no discernible pattern to it. Each square is unique, yet they all go together well. I’m sorry I got so much reflection in my photo. I also didn’t photograph the sign, so I completely forgot the story of the quilt.

I never knew cigars came wrapped in silk. This pillowcase, made in 1895, is made from silk cigar labels. There was another next to it made from cigarette labels.

It has been a long time since I’ve been in a fancy old bank building. They don’t make them like that anymore.

Even the ceiling was fancy.

They don’t make keyboards like they used to either.

A smaller room was stuffed with furniture and household items. That cradle is very similar to the one I had for my babies. What happened to it, Barbara?

I love the dresses on display, but they sure make me feel fat.

Another larger room focused on native American crafts of some of the local tribes. Most items were baskets. It was interesting to learn about the patterns and how baskets changed over the years when Europeans started to buy baskets. The Indians began making basket styles that they had never made for themselves, based on what was selling well.

If I remember right, this skirt was made from deerskin. If I don’t remember right, it was made from plant fibers.

Baby Basket

A lot of the basket making was for fishing gear.

Log Canoe
Ceremonial Caps

This cap surprised me until I read the sign. Now I remember seeing this pattern in other places, not related to Nazis.

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.