Far from ideal conditions.Staying dry in the van:
Lots of rain = green everywhere:
Riding the Skunk Train from Fort Bragg to Northspur and back:













next up: Glass Beach...
Far from ideal conditions.
Lots of rain = green everywhere:
Riding the Skunk Train from Fort Bragg to Northspur and back:













next up: Glass Beach...
Early Splitty:
Roasting ghost Peeps® at Don and Stacy's:
California Academy of Sciences:


Bob Mould closing his set with Celebrated Summer at the (free) Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in Golden Gate Park:
Useful and well worth the $15 premium as it was pouring rain when we arrived after sunset. Just like sleeping in a garden shed.
and through the windshield:
Santa Rosa and a mustached conductor Snoopy sculpture:
She's wearing the shirt I bought her six years ago at the Schulz gift shop in Santa Rosa. It finally fits.
I guess this is the men's room:
Banana slugs at the entrance to Russian Gulch State Park:
Photographing the slugs:
Fat tires indeed:
Rain on the van:
more to come...

Caught sand crabs on the beach:
Hiking and exploring near the dunes:
Some nice forest fire haze-enhanced sunsets:
And sleeping in the bedroom-on-wheels (EuroVan):
All's well. The next day we headed to the L.A. area to enjoy an architectural masterpiece. More on that later. Hopefully I'll feel more inspired.
Established in 1902, Big Basin is California's oldest state park and home to the largest continual strand of ancient coast redwoods south of San Francisco. Some of these behemoths are more than 2,000 years old. The section below was from a tree that was 1,392 years old when cut down - and 948 years old when Columbus landed in the Americas.
Many have also lived through hundreds of forest fires, leaving hollowed-out trunks on these still-living trees. A great place for a grrrl like ours to hide.
We arrived in the late afternoon and only could score one night's reservation, so unfortunately we didn't get to explore all that much. However, we did take in the short Redwood Trail...
...which winds around some of the oldest and tallest trees in the park.

Even the root stocks were impressive.
That downed tree comprised one side of the forest "auditorium":
After our hike we went back to camp and roasted the obligatory marshmallows.
How peaceful and surreal it was to sleep under these giants of the forest.