This park is 3 miles north of Fort Bragg, CA, a coastal town
of 7000 souls. It is home to the dumbass
fire barrels I bitched about in my last post.
We’ve been here 4 nights, will be heading up the coast to giant redwood
country this morning. Foggy and quite cool
here, a major transition for us after the warm dry country of AZ and
southeastern CA. We’re enjoying the
coast though, hiking along the beach, watching the ocean critters and eating
fresh seafood.
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Speaking of critters, don’t know if it’s a mostly hippie
culture here or there’s an abundance of homeless people - or both. Lots of folks you see in town are decidedly
grubby and hairy and many of these appear to be survivors of some huge
industrial accident that left them gimped up in some way. I’m guessing that pirates and highwaymen have
waylaid and made off with all the shipments of razor blades and soap for
several years running.
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A lot of long range cyclists overnight at this park. Haven’t talked to any of them but I assume
most are doing extended bike tours along the coast. You have to respect the energy and endurance
of those folks. Makes me tired just
thinking about it; much of the coast highway is hilly and large portions
have no bike lanes.
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