The Road to Crescent City

Avenue of the Giants



Marsha, driving sensibly



The coastal highway that triggered . . .



A blondillium attack at 60MPH



A view from out campground



And a distant lighthouse

Date: Thursday, June 24th
Day: 41
RV Miles: 4,165
Location: Crescent City, CA
Elevation: 3 ft

When we left Leggitt, CA we headed up the “Avenue of the Giants.” It certainly was that with the road cut through a dense virgin redwood forest. Larry was driving and after 20 miles of it he whimped-out because the road was extremely hilly-twisty and some of the huge redwoods were right at the road’s edge with no shoulder. You could see where others had hit some of these 500 year-old monsters, and it was obvious that the redwood was not the loser. Larry just said, “That’s all of the white-knucled drving I am doing today,” and he headed back to the main highway.

After that, Marsha took over the driving and we headed up the coast where the scenery was quite different but at least as spectacular as the redwood forests. As a matter of fact, Marsha got quite excited by the view of the coast line and Larry managed get a very rare photo of her by snapping a picture at the precise moment she had a blondillium attack.

Marsha was so into the beach scene that she informed Larry that before we headed home we had to get to one campground on the ocean. Little did she know Larry had already picked out just such a campground and had reserved a spot right on the beach. We got there about 4:30 right at low tide. Marsha just sat in the RV’s front seat and watched the tide start to come back in for over an hour. It was sorta neat with a lighthouse in the distance and the sound of a distant fog horn sounding ever 30 seconds or so.

Finally, Larry drug her out of the seat and Larry and Marsha took Sasha and I for a walk on the beach. On a sandbar just off the beach there were about 30 seagulls that I really wanted to go over and say “Hi” to, so I took off across the water. Now this is not a big problem for me for two reasons: I have a high ground clearance and the water was not too deep and I have short hair. Unfortunately Sasha didn’t stop to think that with my Lab and Bird Dog heritage I know how to do bird chasing across water and I am built for it. She doesn’t and she isn’t.

Well, by the time we got back to the camper, “the Princess” was covered with sand and seaweed and looked like a rat that had been drowned three or four times over with her hair a matted and tangled. Marsha was obsessing something about, “We just paid $30 to get her groomed.” The end of that story is simple, Larry gave her a bath and Marsha got out her hair dryer to blow dry Sasha’s hair while Larry brushed her out.

All I got out of it was a quick rinse of my paws to get rid of the sand. Geesh. I told you Sasha was going to be trouble.

Tomorrow is another travel day. No telling where we will end up.