Let’s see, where did we leave this off? Oh right, a morning walk on Mattole Beach. We headed back to camp and enjoyed a few more views. It appeared that the last of the morning fog was spilling out of the coast range and onto the beach.
Motolle Fog Fall
We headed south. Mattole road south of Mattole beach gets to be a bit sketchy with steep twisty portions washed out by rains. Maybe a bit of log truck traffic would justify a bit of maintenance…. just saying.
Did you know that this year if you (I) took off at Veterans Day and didn’t return to work until the end of the Thanksgiving weekend you (I) would only need to take 8 days off work? That’s 17 days for the price of 8. Sold! We hit the road. 17 days and 16 nights on the road and in the camper. But where to go? How about south along the California coast, then loop back up north along a couple parks along the Sierra Nevada. We were off on an epic trip, 2450 miles later we’re back home, here’s the story.
Up Early
We hit the road in the dark, how most good road trips start at least in my memory, and headed over the Cascades and on to the redwood coast. One stop in Grants Pass at Ma Mosa’s for a stellar breakfast and then on to the redwoods down highway 199. We were foiled last year on a quest to camp at Gold Bluffs Beach, due to what we were told was a landslide although we saw little evidence of anything that wouldn’t have been passable, but we weren’t turned around this year. We quickly learned, don’t believe any sign you see (or book you read) in your travels, verify. The road is closed, the campground is full, etc. no it isn’t, check it out for yourself. We arrived just after noon, secured our site and headed to Fern Canyon.
Time seems to fly by nowadays. Just a year ago I picked up the truck camper and shortly thereafter headed to the Ochocos for the maiden voyage. I was so excited I had to get an extended trip in, and with winter coming on decided that Death Valleywould be the place to go before Christmas.
Marble Canyon
It was great 5 day trip and I can’t wait to get back. There’s a lot to see there, to say I scratched the surface may be an overstatement.
