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The
planning for this ambitious outing started in November of 2023, at
which time it seemed impossibly far in the future. Then suddenly it
was a month away, then a week, then it was time to pack and go. And
all too soon it was over.
We're
famous for having to switch to Plan B or even C, and this time was no
exception. The traveling party was supposed to include myself Dick Estel, older daughter Teri
Liddle, older grandson Johnny Upshaw, his wife Brittany, their two
sons, Colton and Jack; younger grandson Mike Liddle and his girlfriend
Hayley Olivas.
Not
long after the reservations were made and paid for, Mike informed us
that he and Hayley were out, because he had mandatory training at work
that week. The motel payment was non-refundable, but Teri and I decided the
worst case Plan B scenario was that we could each have our own room.
Then the training schedule changed, and Mike and Hayley were back in,
but only for Saturday through Tuesday.
Meanwhile
great grandson Colton became very involved with baseball, which
culminated in a week-long tournament that matched up with our week on
the north coast. Teri and I would still take Jack with us. Colton's
team had a rough season, and they were out of the tournament by
Monday, so the rest of the Upshaw's were able to join us on Tuesday. The
downside here was that Teri's sons (Mike and Johnny) would not be
together for any part of the trip. Such is the world of down-alphabet
plans.
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Hayley,
Mike, Jack and Teri ready to hike in Russian Gulch |
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As
mentioned, our destination was on the northern coast of California,
specifically Mendocino County. We would stay at a motel in Fort
Bragg, and visit Mendocino Village, nine miles south, and several
beaches and state parks that lie between the two towns. While I'm
not a big ocean fan, I had a great time in this area in 2011
and 2012,
and was ready to introduce the locale to members of my family, who
had either never been there or had not spent any significant time. Teri,
Jack and I got an early start in my Honda CR-V hybrid on Saturday,
June 22, with Mike and Hayley about an hour behind us. Getting from
the middle of the state to the coast north of the bay area is NOT
half the fun. Teri found driving in Bay Area traffic very stressful.
I've tried several routes, none of them ideal. This time we went north on State 99,
then west from Manteca on a series of highways that took us north
through Oakland, across the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, and on to US
101. We met up with Mike and Hayley near Santa Rosa for a short
lunch and rest stop. Mike had played travel hockey as a teenager and
wanted to show Hayley the famous "Peanuts"
rink in Santa Rosa, built and originally owned by Charles
Schulz. Jack was interested and rode with them the rest of the
way. Teri and I continued up 101, then northwest on State 128, which
leaves the US highway at Cloverdale, goes through Boonville
and a couple of tiny towns, and joins CA Highway 1 a few miles south
of Mendocino. This is a scenic 70 mile drive that goes past farm
country with oaks and dry grass, a bunch of wine vineyards, and then
through redwood country, with the road often shaded by branches
joining overhead. Much
of the land along the coast here is a level headland, stretching in
from the ocean anywhere from a few hundred yards to a mile, and
bordered on the west by steep cliffs above a rocky shore. Mendocino
Village, as well as other infrastructure along Highway 1, is situated on this plain, and we turned in on the southernmost street
in the town, and drove around the outer perimeter,
close to the cliffs. We made a quick pit stop, but did not linger,
since we were eager to reach our destination. The road returned to
Highway 1 north of town, and we had a drive of just under ten miles
to reach Fort Bragg. We
had three adjacent ground floor rooms at the Baymont
by Wyndham, and went through the fastest and easiest check-in in
the history of motels. Teri and I got some of our stuff unloaded,
and were soon joined by Mike, Hayley and Jack. On
these trips we bring food for breakfast and lunch, and some dinners.
The rooms had microwaves, and very small refrigerators, and a
limited "free" breakfast. Teri had brought stuff to make
tacos, one of Jack's favorites, for that first night, and we enjoyed
supper in her room. Before
leaving home, we had discussed things we wanted to do, with me
posing as an experienced traveler to this area. Sunday morning we
drove south about eight miles to Russian
Gulch State Park, which like most parks in the area has a
segment on the coastal headlands, and extends inland. A trail goes
up along a small creek through redwoods, towering hardwoods, and
plenty of small shrubs and plants. This is the Fern Canyon Trail,
and I learned while preparing this report that it's closed intermittently
throughout the summer. It closed three days after we were there, so
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Top of a
coast redwood on the Russian Gulch trail |
These
thick-stemmed plans look like they came from a planet in Star
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We
are always glad to see one of the coastal country's unique
creatures, the banana
slug, a special treat for Jack, who is a fan
of reptiles, amphibians and creepy crawlies. We've discussed why it
is that we like these slimy beasts, while we hate the small brown
ones that inhabit our gardens at home. My theory is that it's
because they know their place and are NOT in our gardens. Jack
predicted that we would see five, but in the end we had to be
satisfied with four . This was the first time we had seen them up a
tree, wedged between cracks in the bark; previously they have always
been on the ground. Teri would later see number five on our last day
there.
We
also saw plenty of wildflowers, berries, and other stuff. What we
did NOT see was the waterfall that is at the end of the hike. It had
become obvious that the distance was more than we wanted to walk,
but, as I explained, it's a fairly small although charming fall, as
seen in this
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Measuring
the slug |
Columbine
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Unknown
daisy-like flowers |
Close
view of the "Star Trek" plant's blossoms |
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One
of the more interesting sights along the trail were what Jack called
"Grass Trees." These were plants, ranging from a few
inches to several feet in height, with long, thin needle-like leaves
that resembled grass growing horizontally. These plants appear
to be very fragile - Jack pulled one stalk toward him and it did not
straighten back up; another one collapsed as soon as he touched it. |
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Jack
called these plants "grass trees" |
Botanist
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When
we got back to our starting point we drove a short distance within
the park to a small beach under the iconic Highway 1 bridge over the
creek. Getting to the beach from our parking place required crossing the creek, and there
was no safe spot to cross without wading. I've crossed plenty of
creeks stepping from rock to rock, so I don't have to do it anymore.
I was content to sit on a retaining wall below the parking lot and
enjoy the view. The Frederick
W. Panhorst Bridge completed in 1940, is similar to nearby
spans at Jug Handle State Natural Reserve and Hare Creek, and
according to Wikipedia, is "a reinforced concrete open-spandrel deck arch bridge."
Don't say you never learn anything from these reports. I actually
prefer this
view looking back inland from the headlands that I photographed
in 2011. After
a period of fun on the beach, we drove out toward the entrance, but
turned west to drive to a parking lot on the headlands, and walked
on a trail that winds along the edge of the cliff. There are
unofficial trails in several places across the grass-covered plain,
and we used one of these as a shortcut back to the parking area, and
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Highway
1 bridge over Russian Gulch |
These
subdued colors don't appear till about
an hour after the sun dips into the ocean |
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A
week earlier we had celebrated Teri's birthday at her mobile home
park, although today was her actual day. Mike announced that he
would take us all out to dinner for his mom's birthday, so we went to
the Noyo Fish
Company, near the harbor. The Noyo River runs into the ocean on
the south side of Fort Bragg, and a road winds down to the bottom
where there is a harbor, a number of restaurants, and beach access.
I
don't care much for seafood, so I had a beef dish that was very
good, and Jack had a burger, while the others took advantage
of the fresh caught menu offerings. We ordered at a counter inside,
found seats out where we had a view of the harbor, and enjoyed our
food after plenty of exercise to enhance our appetites. We
finished the day with a visit to Glass
Beach, a place "filled with seaglass," i.e. shards
from bottles and other sources that have been worn down by the
action of sand and waves. The reality does not match the hype;
apparently all the large pieces have been gathered. Nonetheless,
Jack, Hayley and Mike had a good time, and returned with handfulls
of sand in which you could spot a few tiny bits of glass. Back
at the motel, we watched the moment when the sun disappeared
entirely into the ocean, and captured shades of purple, pink and
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On
Monday we drove south to Mendocino
Village, nine miles south of Fort Bragg. When I first visited
here in 2011, I was struck by two things. First were the many wooden
water towers, dating from the days when water was brought down from
the hills above, and pumped with windmills into tanks on the towers,
providing water pressure through gravity. There were a number of
different types, and I took many pictures. |
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A
superior example of a Mendocino water tower |
This
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Water
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Mendocino
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The
other thing were some tall, spiky plants that I learned are called
echium, with a common name of Pride of Madeira. Although they were
very common in Mendocino, eventually I saw them in various other
places along the coast. They are sometimes considered a weed, and
grow readily in poor soil, but I found them to be dramatic,
delightful, and certainly worth an archipelago's
pride. (The water tower and echium photos are all from my earlier
visits).
We
did not see many of the plants in the area of Mendocino we visited
this day, but Teri and I saw a lot of them on the route we took
through town the first day. The towers, on the other hand, could be
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Pride
of Madeira (Echium) plant at
Mendocino |
Pride of Madeira in front of a
classic
coast home in Mendocino |
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When
we arrived at the village we found parking spots and started
strolling around. Jack likes to get souvenirs wherever he goes, and
already had a stuffed puppy from the ice rink, one of Snoopy's
siblings from his days at the Daisy
Hill Puppy Farm. We all enjoyed going through the many shops in
Mendocino, and Jack spotted a lot of possibilities, but in the end,
did not choose anything, wanting to check out stores in Fort Bragg
also. On my earlier visits I had found a zipper front hooded
sweatshirt, something that's hard to find, but it disappeared some
time ago. I hoped to get a new one, but they either did not have
zipper shirts, or they did not have my size. One shop took my name
and phone number and said they would call when they got some in.
I
think everyone else resisted temptation to buy anything, but we
enjoyed looking at the unique offerings in this charming
place. We also enjoyed the many flowers growing in front of houses
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Flowers along the street in Mendocino Village |
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A
few years ago Mike took up golf and became quite enthusiastic about
it. He looks for a course wherever he travels, and this trip was no
exception. A little after noon we returned to our cars, and Mike,
Hayley and Jack left and headed south on Highway 1. Their
destination was the Sea
Ranch Golf Links, almost 90 minutes south in Sonoma County.
Teri
and I moved my car to a main shopping street, and went through a few
more shops. We were getting hungry, and searching with our phones,
we found that we were very close to the Flow
restaurant. We made our way upstairs and found a table by the
window, with a view of the headland and the ocean. It was fairly
pricey, but the food and service matched up well with the cost. I
asked if they had Coke, and the waiter said, "We have
cola." I ordered that, assuming it was Shasta or some other
generic brand. It proved to be something quite different. I can't
recall the name, but it was in a fancy-looking seven-ounce bottle,
and had a touch of cinnamon. The label noted that it was created for
use with whiskey or vodka, but it was also good with my burger. It
was an interesting variation, although I would not choose it
regularly.
We
had parked where we could easily get to a path that led out on the
headlands, but after lunch we did not feel like any more walking. We
went into a couple more shops, then headed back north to our hotel.
That
evening was game seven of the Stanley
Cup Final, between the Edmonton
Oilers and the Florida
Panthers. None of us had a dog in the fight. My team, the San
Jose Sharks, Teri's, the Detroit Redwings, Johnny's, the Pittsburgh
Penguins and Jack's, the Minnesota Wild, did not make the playoffs.
Mike's team, the Colorado Avalanche, went out in the second round.
But when the winner of the cup is being decided in game seven of a
best of seven series, every true hockey fan is watching.
Florida
won the first three games, and looked to easily close out their
opponent in the next game (then the next, and the next). The Oilers
mounted a fierce comeback to force the deciding game seven, but a
team has come back from being down 3-0 to win the cup only once in
NHL history, and this was not to be the second time. We were all
cheering for Florida, who had been in the final twice previously,
but had not won the cup in their 30-year existence. The game was
exciting and with the Panthers up 4-3, Edmonton tried right to the
last second to tie it up and force overtime. In the end it was the
Panthers who raised the cup and skated around in front of their home
fans. Mike, Hayley and Jack did not get back till the game was over,
but had been checking the progress on their phones.
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Since
our arrival we had enjoyed sunshine and highs in the low 60's. When we
got up on Tuesday, we were disappointed to see fog over the land and sea.
This day also marked the "changing of the guard." Mike and
Hayley had to go home, although they planned a couple of stops along
the way, first at the Fort Bragg botanical garden just south of town.
Then they would return to Santa Rosa and visit the Peanuts
Museum. Teri and I were there with Mike a number of years ago, and
were impressed with the various
displays.
Johnny,
Brittany and Colton would be arriving in mid to late afternoon, and Teri,
Jack and I wanted to look in some shops in downtown Fort Bragg. One of
our first stops was the Skunk
Train gift shop, where I had bought skunks for the boys in 2017.
Once again I looked for a zipper front hooded sweatshirt. Once again I
was told that they will be getting some in "later."
Jack
was more fortunate, finding a bunch of things he liked. In typical
Jack fashion, he took a long time to decide, but finally settled on a
fanny pack decorated with the railroad's iconic railroad conductor skunk. Ultimately I
decided on a Skunk Train cap, since I only have about 15 caps (some
are getting dirty and are probably not washable).
Just
up the street from the train depot and shop is a mall/museum, with a
number of small shops, and two early day steam railroad engines. We
did not find anything we wanted here, but would return another day.
Teri's
brother Mike T has been to Fort Bragg a number of times, and
recommended the Cowlick
ice cream shop. We had driven by it the first night and saw a line
out the door and down the block, but in the daytime it was almost
empty, so we all had a nice dessert in between store visits. (Although
Ice Cream Month was not till July, we managed to enjoy it four times
in Fort Bragg - twice at Cowlick's and twice at Rite Aid, the home of
the classic Thrifty brand of ice cream that I used to buy for 49 cents
a half gallon).
We
went into several stores along the main street, including one that offered books, vinyl records and CD's. Although I no
longer routinely buy CDs, having more than enough, I could not resist
one by John Mayall and the
Bluesbreakers, featuring early career performances by Eric Clapton
on guitar and John McVie on bass. With no CD player in my 2024 Honda,
I had to wait till I got home to play it, and It was well worth the
$6.50 I paid.
We
returned to the
motel to await the arrival of the rest of the Upshaw's. After we ate
lunch from our supplies, Jack and Teri engaged in a spirited game of
Crazy 8's, while I read and watched them.
It
was not long before Johnny, Brittany and Colton arrived, and after
they got settled into their room, we drove to the harbor area, and went
out to the beach, which my notes say was dirty and rocky. This was no
barrier to the boys, and Jack asked to be buried in sand, something he
always likes to do at any beach.
Once
he emerged from the sand, we went to the Sea
Pal Cove restaurant, one of many in that locale. It was very
reasonable, and dining was outside on a deck. It was cooling off and a
fire was going in a huge fire ring nearby, not close enough to help us
while we ate, but very nice to stand by after we had finished our
food.
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Jack rockin' his Skunk Train fanny pack
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Brittany, Jack, Colton and Johnny at Noyo River
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A typical grandmotherly activity
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Jack rises from the sand
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Throughout
the week we usually went our separate ways in the evening, reading,
watching TV, or playing video games. We were only a few steps apart if
we needed to look in on each other, and we usually went outside to
watch the sunset. On this foggy night, the sun was not to be found.
--Dick
Estel, July 2024
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In
planning activities for this trip, Johnny's family heard about the
Avenue of the Giants, and wanted to check it out. A little ways north
of Leggett, where CA Highway 1 joins US 101, the route is known as the
Redwood Highway. Avenue of the
Giants is a 31-mile bypass that goes into the land of the giant
coast redwoods, and is part of the original alignment of the US
highway.
To
get to this point we had to survive the heart-stopping last 20 miles
of Highway 1 from the coast in through the mountains. This section of
the road is narrow and winding, with many, many sharp curves where the
recommended speed is 15 miles per hour and often less. In 2011 I had
driven this stretch in my motor home, but I was more than happy to
just be a passenger this time.
Once
we reached US 101, we soon came to the Grandfather
Tree, a redwood with a huge, multiple trunk, one of the widest
redwoods in the world. It's about a half mile south of Richardson
Grove State Park, as well as being a tourist attraction with
chain saw carvings and the obligatory gift shop.
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The multi-trunk Grandfather tree
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The tree from the east side
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Colton and a very large banana slug
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Jack rides the caterpillar
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It's
a few more miles north to the southern end of the Avenue, just north
of Garberville. As soon as we entered the road we saw a sign saying
that it was closed ahead. We believed the warning, but drove to the
barrier so we would not miss anything. Returning to US 101, we had to
go only a short distance to get back on the Avenue of the Giants,
which eventually led us to the Founder's
Grove in Humboldt
Redwoods State Park, where we ended our exploration.
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Dick and Teri at the park sign
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Brittany and Colton by the Dyerville
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But
first, it was time for lunch. We had brought sandwiches, and drove
into Williams Grove, paid the $8 entry fee, and found a picnic table.
It was cool, free of crowds, and a delightful place to rest and walk
around a bit. Redwood sorrel, a low-growing, clover-like plant,
provided an extensive ground cover.
Continuing
on to our final destination, we parked and walked on a loop trail
through the redwoods, enjoying ferns and other plants, as well as the
living and fallen giants and old stumps. One of the most impressive
sights is the Dyerville
Giant, which was the tallest in the world when it fell
in 1991. The fall was measured on seismographs, and people who
heard it thought at first that a train had crashed.
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Ferns grow rampant in coastal forests
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Redwood sorrel
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Johnny caught Grandpa Dick looking at his
phone instead of the impressive scenery
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A big stick of wood
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When
we finished our walk, we followed a road that took us directly to
US101, and made our way back to Fort Bragg. When we reached the ocean
we stopped at a wide, sandy beach, where the boys enjoyed wading in
the the shallow final few yards of a little stream. It had been partly
foggy in the morning, with clouds seemingly drifting away, but it was
now sunny, and stayed that way for the rest of our visit.
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Colton and Jack enjoying the beach
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Typical north coast view, with high cliffs above
the surf
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We
agreed we would enjoy another visit to the Avenue of the Giants, when
we could spend more time there. However, we would go up Highway 101
all the way, and not approach by way of Fort Bragg.
Back
in Fort Bragg we enjoyed dinner at the Noyo
River Grill, overlooking the river, then spent some time watching
the waves from the Pomo Bluffs.
--Dick
Estel, July 2024
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