The first stop we made was a bathroom break/tourist stop at the
Real Goods Solar Living Institute, a
12-acre demonstration site for permaculture.
One of my travel books suggested it was worth a visit, and we were not
very impressed. One cool feature was a bicycle that converted human force into
energy.
It
reminded me of my science teacher friend who has talked about creating this in
his classroom. I think it’s a brilliant
idea and it was cool to see it at work in this institute. The work this Institute does and what they
stand for is really awesome, but we found the grounds difficult to navigate. We
arrived too early for their tours and the visitor information center was still closed,
so maybe our experience would have been better had we arrived later.
Heading north, we continued on Highway 101 until reaching Humboldt
Redwoods State Park
and the Avenue of the Giants. The name
refers to the giant redwood trees that line the road as you drive. We had planned to stop at the giant tree in
this area that you can literally drive through, but we missed the turn and
didn’t want to backtrack (we were still thinking about campsites that might be
filling up). Instead, we continued about
30 miles on this leisure road that runs parallel to Highway 101, stopping along
the way to take pictures and stand among the awe-inspiring trees.
From Avenue of the Giants, we kept heading north through the
beautiful mountains that were enhanced by the sunny skies. Once we reached the coast, the scene was
dramatically different. The cool air and
fog made the coastal towns of Eureka
and Arcata look depressing. During our
very brief stop at a dollar store in Eureka
(to pick up some bottled water and a can opener), we saw signs of a depressing
economy. We didn’t make the time to
visit areas of Eureka off Highway
101, so there may have been better areas to this town.
The final leg of our journey to Redwood
National Park from Eureka
brought us more views of a foggy coast.
Our depressed attitude continued when rangers at the visitor center
discouraged us from the campground I had been hoping for on the beach. We decided to get a “backcountry” camping
permit just in case we didn’t find an available site at the campgrounds. Most national parks have “first come, first
serve” campgrounds which can not be reserved in advance. Since it was still
fairly early in the day and we didn’t have any grand plans of doing serious
hiking in the foggy, cool weather, we decided to drive the 5 miles on the
winding dirt road, in our Chevrolet Sonic rental, to the Gold Bluffs Beach
Campground to see if any spots were available.
The drive was worth the trip when we found multiple open sites. I had read that this
campground offered nice campsites on the beach, with showers and clean
bathrooms, and this was all true. Unfortunately,
the skies remained overcast, but the afternoon was less foggy and not
unbearably cool.
Out campsite with the beach in the background
Colin preparing dinner near the picnic table and metal food storage container
We decided to hike 3-4 miles of trails into the Prairie
Creek Redwoods State
Park where we hoped to see elk (from a safe
distance). Though we did not see any elk,
we continued to be impressed with the Redwood trees, and somehow stumbled upon
a beautiful area of the park called Fern
Canyon . Walking on the wooden planks around the
canyon’s river, and admiring the vibrant green ferns that surrounded us was
magical.
From Fern Canyon ,
the end of our inland hiking expedition, we walked almost 1 mile back to the
campground along the beach. As I have
overheard Colin describe the experience to others, the walk and the campground
in general had a very “post-apocalyptic” feel because the sky broke neither
blue nor sunlight and each campsite contained a solemn camper with obligatory
fire. The skies remained overcast
(though we did catch a glimpse of a sliver of the sun as it dipped into the
horizon), and the weather remained cool and damp during our entire 22 hour
stay. On the hike and in the canyon we
did not experience the same dreariness as on the beach.
Colin's "post-apocalyptic" experience on the beach
The glimpse of sun as it dipped into the horizson
After indulging in lots of local delicacies in Napa
Valley , our lunch, dinner, and
breakfast in the Redwoods were comprised of food we brought with us. I was very grateful for the metal food
storage containers provided by the park service at the campsite after posted
notices reminded me that bears inhabit the area. One of our first stops in San
Jose , after In-and-Out Burger, was at Costco to stock
up on canned sardines, salty chips, mixed nuts and Clif Bars for our days in
the parks. We quickly learned how to
make a satisfying meal by crushing the chips and adding them to the sardines in
tomato sauce. It was like having a fish
stew. Throughout the course of the 15
days, we went through about 20 small cans (6 oz each) of sardines, 2 large
Costco size bags of chips, a large canister of mixed nuts and 20 Clif
Bars.
What experiences have you had on the coast in Northern
California ? Did it resemble a post-apocalyptic scene?
What staple food items do you buy when you are traveling on the road
and/or when camping?