The day started with a walk to the sea. We followed grey sandy paths through gorse and grasses. Much of the way was littered with cast off pine trunks, relics either of high seas or ancient forests. Finally, we breasted the dunes and the ocean lay before us. The winds were high and the waves climbed the sands towards us. The dog was released to chase shadows of birds high above. Three times he galloped and three times he returned. We retraced our steps; our footprints mingled with deer imprints. Half way back, Abby sank to her belly in tiredness - a first.
The journey up the coast was a reminder of yesterday. The scenery was spectacular, It sucked your breath away with its views of the rugged Cornwalleque type coast, its rivers and its pine forests. This stretch was awash with state parks; one indicator of its beauty. The road alternated between steep up and steep down, hair pin to the left followed by snake to the right. Signs warning us of maximum speeds (10mph was the lowest), falling rocks and narrowing road. Many a time, vehicles over 40 foot were not advised to use the road. Luckily there were few cars on the road and those that were, traveled carefully, pulling over when they saw the beast approaching. Many a time, we lost the central road marking and it would not have surprised me had I seen a sign saying ‘Road only suitable for bicycles’.
The dog was confused. She would stand at the front of the RV and when we went up a steep incline, she would slide on the wood veneered floors to the back. Once at the back, the RV would plunge down a slope, braking in order to take the corner on more that 2 wheels and Abby would ice skate back to the front, doing a fair impression of Bambi.
At some stage in the journey, in a small town, we took Starbucks and petrol, a little further on, in Leggett, we found the pine tree which you could drive a car through. The hole was big but unfortunately, the RV was bigger so we consoled ourselves with pictures of Jules and the dog passing through.
Eventually, we reached the campsite. This one had a golf course which Dan explored as an early birthday present. It was situated alongside the Eel river; one we know well as we had followed it for the past 40 miles.
The journey up the coast was a reminder of yesterday. The scenery was spectacular, It sucked your breath away with its views of the rugged Cornwalleque type coast, its rivers and its pine forests. This stretch was awash with state parks; one indicator of its beauty. The road alternated between steep up and steep down, hair pin to the left followed by snake to the right. Signs warning us of maximum speeds (10mph was the lowest), falling rocks and narrowing road. Many a time, vehicles over 40 foot were not advised to use the road. Luckily there were few cars on the road and those that were, traveled carefully, pulling over when they saw the beast approaching. Many a time, we lost the central road marking and it would not have surprised me had I seen a sign saying ‘Road only suitable for bicycles’.
The dog was confused. She would stand at the front of the RV and when we went up a steep incline, she would slide on the wood veneered floors to the back. Once at the back, the RV would plunge down a slope, braking in order to take the corner on more that 2 wheels and Abby would ice skate back to the front, doing a fair impression of Bambi.
At some stage in the journey, in a small town, we took Starbucks and petrol, a little further on, in Leggett, we found the pine tree which you could drive a car through. The hole was big but unfortunately, the RV was bigger so we consoled ourselves with pictures of Jules and the dog passing through.
Eventually, we reached the campsite. This one had a golf course which Dan explored as an early birthday present. It was situated alongside the Eel river; one we know well as we had followed it for the past 40 miles.
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