Heading on up the coast, we had an overnight stay in Eureka, at some RV sites at the fairgrounds. On the way out, we visited Arcata... a nice town, with the best authentic Chinese food we've eaten so far. It seemed to be "hippie headquarters" as well, with an unusually large population of scraggly haired, bearded 20-somethings walking around in tattered clothes, with colored hair. It was very "communal". I'm not exactly sure who decided that being progressive, meant you had to look like a bum... but I digress.
Also a large number of cyclists in the Northwest... athletes with bikes loaded with gear in saddlebags, and just bearded, long-haired dingy looking guys. We drove past a dozen or so making their way along the coastal highway,(CRAZY!!!). There were signs asking drivers to share the road with cyclists... share what? My extra 2 inches between the mirror and the hillside?
The cities and towns in California, and Oregon so far, seem to go out of their way to make the roads safe for cyclists, even providing signals for cyclists to activate when going through tunnels, to alert drivers coming from the other end. They have plenty of bike lanes as well... which is good, 'cause these towns have little or no parking, and no room to drive a car. It would be cool if I lived here... but looking for a place to eat, and park the rig is near impossible. Cindy's sudden craving for fish, led to a curse-ridden slow drive through a downtown maze, followed by a quick exit out of town, back on the freeway. An attempt to pull into a gas station to get our bearings, was cut short quick, when a creepy guy began approaching us, in zombie-like fashion. (I assume for spare change). Maybe next time.
Anyway, we headed out of town, back into the great wilderness which was growing more beautiful by the mile. There are few words to describe the scenery up here... it's mesmerizing. I never get tired of taking pictures of it... I hope you don't get tired of looking at them.