The campsite we stayed at the night before was an elk preserve, and everyone we met down the road asked us if we saw any elk. None were hanging out at the campsite but we saw a bunch down the road.
We left the woods and hit the coast again.
Gorgeous as always.
Touring cyclists have lots of personal preferences about their gear: clipless or toe clips, trailer or panniers, credit card tour or camp? There is one thing we could all agree on, and that is that RVs, trucks hauling boats, and campers are the root of all evil. If there is a hell, the hottest part is certainly reserved for these motherfuckers: the guys who rent RVs. Not only are they lame enough to go "camping" with a TV and kitchen in tow, but since they are inexperienced renters not owners of RVs, they are insanely dangerous for cyclsists.
The weather cleared up significantly and we felt great as we rolled into Eureka for our night in a hotel. After the night before, I was really missing the forest. I was comforted by the thought of getting to take a day off in Humboldt Redwoods State Park with 17,o00 acres of old growth redwoods.
The next day out of Eureka we took a suggested detour from hwy 101.
This took us through a town called Ferndale, which was a really cool 19th century looking town.
Apparently a lot of the towns built out here popped up during the Victorian era and their style and character distinctly reflect the popular architecture of the East Coast at that time.
Of course a lot of these towns went bust after the gold rush, so they kind of stayed in that style.
Shortly after leaving Ferndale we hit some crazy non-stop up and down hills. Even though the town was really pretty, we were pretty discouraged from taking any more detours.
We made it to Humboldt Redwoods just fine and took a day off the next day to hike around.
Check out the Ent face.
Big tree.
This guy is cool, its like two trees came out of one, and then branched off another two above.
Now that's what I call a day off.
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