I got a message from Cissy just as we stopped so sent a hello to the girls who were convening for gossip and good times.
Soon we found ourselves down at the beach where people braved the cold wind to play in the sand. Leon ventured further than I.
We were peacefully driving north again when everyone began to slam on their brakes and dodge other vehicles. The culprit and cause of all the excitement was a herd of elk grazing on the meadow grasses. There must have been forty but none with antlers.
Our next stop was near Klamath at the home of Paul Bunyan, 50 ft tall, and Paul, the blue ox, only 35 ft. I couldn't remember the author of the book but couldn't check online either as there was no service. I would have been surprised if there had been. We sat in the van and ate ice cream cones that Leon procured in the wayside stand/gift shop and watched while Paul turned his head or waved his hand while commenting to the onlookers below. There are also tours and other tourist attractions at this spot which we opted not to take. Ice cream made me happy enough.
The beautiful coastline traveled with us for miles. It was the first bright blue water we have seen.
Crescent City was our destination for the day where we enjoyed a nice free parking spot in the tiny Elks Lodge parking lot. Before retiring for the peaceful night we wandered around town and I finally ate some a bowl of clam chowder. Leon suggested we might walk over to the 1856 Battery Point lighthouse and I offered that it was too windy and chilly for me, but we did wander to a nearby geocache.
The next morning we took advantage of the wifi at McDonalds while visiting with the homeless fellow who shared his booth near the electric outlet. He is a crab fisherman but the season doesn't start til December. Each town in this area seems to have way more than their share of homeless.
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