The alert reader, newly roused from sleep by a noise in the hall, will remember that we aspired to return to Garberville to complete a reprise of our motorcycle journey those many years ago. And so we did…for less than a day.
Excitement filled the truck as we cruised into Garberville. Well, actually we parked on the exit ramp for town and walked to the post office for our latest general delivey mail. But we glimpsed our goal nonetheless. We drove on 6 miles south to a campground, intending to return to town and visit the Big Trees on the morrow.
That night, Jenna, ever alert to metrological conditions like all Heilemanns, learned of an approaching wind and rain storm. (“Motorists driving high profile vehicles may wish to postpone travel until after these winds have passed.”) Ummm…that could be us.
The following morning, the forecast had not changed. While we sat on the edge of the predicted storm, who knows where it would actually strike. Maybe driving our high profile vehicle into 60mph rain?
Prudence prevailed. We bid a wistful farewell to the redwoods after only viewing the Grandfather Tree ("That's just what the previous owner called it.") across the street from our campground.
We consoled ourselves by stopping at a nice park at Blue Lake, half way to Sacramento. Hopefully we can stay here for a rest day before resuming our quest to repair our trailer. That is, barring an earthquake striking Lake County California.
Bruce
PS We are just the latest travellers to marvel at the diversity of highway 101 from the Oregon border down thru the redwoods. When we drove east onto highway 20, we had braked through 30mph tight cliffside turns, dodged looming redwoods along narrow lanes, chugged up and rocketed down 6% grades, and cruised down four land divided highway. Though Willits, home of Seabiscuit. 101 has it all!
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