Wednesday – April 14, 2010
Morning in the redwoods. A soft rain drops through the thick forest. We’ve picked a sloping site just in case a push is necessary, so we spend the night crawling back up to the end of the bed. It’s cold outside our cozy van. I fix fried eggs and ham sandwiches and coffee for breakfast. We pack up and take Hwy. 101 toward Garberville on our way to the Smith River. Three years ago we stopped at a café in
Garberville on our way to Canada and the owner lady told us to buy every gold maple leaf Canadian coin we can get our hands on. We bought one for $367. It’s now worth 4 times that. We should have listened more seriously to her.
Garberville on our way to Canada and the owner lady told us to buy every gold maple leaf Canadian coin we can get our hands on. We bought one for $367. It’s now worth 4 times that. We should have listened more seriously to her.
We take a side road off the 101 and find ourselves at the Klamath River Overlook. It is a spectacular view and we stop to take some photos. We plug in “Jill” our GPS lady and head back to the highway towards the town of Ferndale. It’s a charming little community of dairy farms and long lost hippies with gingerbread houses dating back to the early 1900’s. We take photos of houses, doorways, and old cemetery headstones.
Our stop for lunch is at the Samoa Cookhouse just outside of Eureka. It was recommended to us by sister Ramona’s friend Pam and was part of a Huell Howser “California Gold”. Served family style, the menu for lunch is salad, chicken fiesta soup, chicken fried steak with masked potatoes, fresh peas, BBQ beans and pineapple upside down cake for dessert. What a feast. We highly recommend it if you are ever up that way. Delicious!
Our destination for the day is the Smith River, designated as one of California’s scenic and wild rivers. We arrive at early evening, plenty of time for a walk along the river. It is such a magnificent river. Huge gray boulders, emerald water, white rapids. I fondly remember it from my childhood. Our family winter vacations were along this river as Dad fished for steelhead and Mom fried fish for dinner.
Tonight we eat lightly and I look forward to a drive along the Smith River in the morning.
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