On The Road

 

 

 
Our road trip to San Francisco a couple weeks ago took us along the coast and down Highway 101. We planned on it taking us about 8+ hours, as we fully expected to make multiple stops along the way to take photographs. And stop we did. We shot multiple rolls of film, polaroids and Instagramed using #SFroadtrip as our hash tag. We visited Devil's Punchbowl, Heceta Head and saw the world's smallest harbor in Depoe Bay. Dave reduced Whitney to tears of laughter by falling off a log and onto his face at a beach that shall not be named. (Sand is still turning up in the car over that tumble). We had fish tacos and clam chowder at a great little cafe in Coos Bay and munched on almonds and apples on the road. In Port Orford, we found what we quickly determined is the windiest spot in Oregon, as Whitney was almost blown over by 50+ mph winds. Ok, so we aren't exactly sure how hard the wind was blowing, but Whitney's hair was reduced to well formed dreadlocks by the time we got back in the car. After hours of driving, we finally crossed into California and arrived in Crescent City where we checked into the Curly Redwood Lodge, a motel that was built in 1952 entirely from the wood of one curly redwood tree! We dropped off our gear and settled on apparently the only restaurant in town that caters solely to the 65 and older crowd, as we were by far the youngest people there. They had a salad bar. And bacon bits. Whitney however, was devastated to find that they had no baby corn. We finished the evening with gin and tonics and fell asleep to the gentle roar of the Crescent City Harbor fog horn.

Up next... the Redwoods!