Port Orford to Ferndale, Humbolt County California
First stop, right over the border, and we're going to head up in to the Jedidiah Smith Redwoods State Park. After another omelette breakfast no doubt.
I was right. no chance she'll go for a hike on an empty stomach. We could not get out of that flea-pit motel fast enough; it was a fast pack-up and an even faster bolt back on to the road. Thank goodness we will be doing the Charity Drive in our own RV, there will be no manky motels on that trip!
In just a short hop, and suddenly, there was the state border crossing (No Sir, we are not carrying any fresh fruit) and, boom, we're in California.
Ready to hike the 'Boy Scout Trail'.
Apparently it's a gem of a Cathedral Grove, according to MPJ's skate into the redwoods on the internet.
Big Tree Schmig Tree.
I'm just glad of the chance to run around in a forest.
There better be squirrels.
OK, I'll admit, maybe I just did not get it when MPJ said 'Cathedral Trees'.
I take it back.
Big trees, Amazing trees, Gigantic trees; like I've never felt before.
It is the most incredible sensation to walk through this forest.
It is absolutely silent.
I've never been anywhere like it.
It's as if the vastness of these trees absorbs all sound.
We are walking along in a state of awe.
Completely humbled by the sheer silent magnificence of it all.
I totally bite back my words, I can see now why MPJ was so stoked about seeing these trees.
And I'm pretty stoked about the fact that the more trees she wants to see, the more forest-time I get.
So we begin to reach that moment when it's time to start the mission to find a pet-friendly motel. MPJ spots a health food supermarket as we cruise down the endless strip mall of the 101 as it bisects through Eureka, so in we pull to stock up on some hippie-dippie food for Queen Hippie.
A cartful of sunflower nut butter, rye thins and alfalfa sprouts later (I kid you not - seriously? people eat that? freakin rabbit food as the 'wasband' always used to say), so we're leaving the grocery store and MPJ suddenly does an about face, nearly tips the snoozer over, I'm scrabbling to remain upright as we head to a postcard rack she's spotted.
It was an image of Ferndale that caught her eye - thank goodness.
Voted by Forbes as "One of America's Prettiest Places".
Ferndale is wonderful!
This is the real deal, a beautifully preserved Victorian town, and yet still a thriving living breathing authentic community.
Talk about lucking into a great find. It's been one of the best things about this Road Trip, never quite knowing where we are going to land up next.
We are using this trip as a practice run to learn more about how we are going to be able to handle the Charity Drive - and this really is the best part - we are always coming up on lovely unexpected surprises.
Lucky us, landing up in one of the only pet-friendly B&B's in Ferndale. Our room at Shaw House is absolutely luxurious, and after last night's manky, grotty, zero-star motel MPJ could not wait to jump in the shower and revel in cleanliness.
I just wanted my supper.