Skippy got some good news: her friend
Lara bought tickets to fly to Las Vegas to meet us there. Now
she has something to look forward to! Of course Lara is very kind and
will bring some “nami” from Finland; Salmiakkikossu for Wolfi... cheers for that :D
Charming little village - Happy camp.
Everything was soaking wet.
Even the hydrants were happy :D
Spooky looking beast - some 5 cm long.
Figs growing in Happy Camp - winter can't be too harsh here.
Of course we had to get a souvenir from
the Bigfoot Highway – a patch for our travel jackets :) The heater
was running very often as it was obviously another chilly night. At
least the weather forecast was again wrong and instead of heavy rain
the sky cleared out more and more. By the time we hit the road we had
sunshine with some clouds here and there and some occasional fog.
road was very curvy and I could see Skippy very often in my back
mirror. It was time to let her go first again and have some curve
fun. At the filling station in Hoopa (cheap petrol!) we chatted with some real
(so they said!) indians (also known as Native Americans). They were pretty
enthusiastic about our journey. We ended the day early in Willow
Creek and checked in at Bigfoot Motel – the only one which was
open in town.
Bigfoot Motel in Willow Creek with a cage in case somebody would capture one ;)
Bigfoot is big :)
Bigfoot the timber man.
Bigfoot the gardener. Obviously vegetarian! ;)
The plan for the following leg was
curves, curves and many more curves! On the first section we rode
from Willow Creek on National Forest Road 1 (Titlow Hill Road) to Mad
River. The road was really cool, curves more then I could handle,
very scenic (for those few moments without clouds/fog) and extremely
bumpy. The temperature was only +2C on top of the hill at almost
1800m altitude and Skippy was once more totally frozen – poor girl.
It was the 1. Advent and we saw a big amount of Christmas tree
pickers which meant also that they drove very slow in order to spot a
good tree and then made sudden stops to park their vehicle and get it
Now on Hwy 36 the winding road only
continued and I was getting seriously seasick and I had to take a
break. From Bridgeville we took the Alderpoint road to Garberville.
This section was much lower in altitude thus warmer and the curves
and bumps only continued. At least I did my fitness part for that day
as I could feel the tension in my muscles after a workout.
Interestingly there was almost all the time a scent of hemp in the
Curvy narrow roads - beautiful with some sudden surprises.
One of the rare moments where we could see something from the surrounding.
We found easily a motel in Garberville
and Skippy renamed the village to “Garbageville”. A distinct
smell of piss, poop and hemp on almost every block – not nice! Plenty of hobos
around asking for change... Skippy got a deja-vu of Africa ;)
Kahvi in Garberville? REALLY? :D
On the following day we reached finally
the north part of the famous Hwy 1. It was again full of small curves
and the road led us through some astonishing forests with trees so
big that I almost wanted to stop and give them a hug. Well of course
I could not give them a proper hug since they were so huge, maybe a
quarter-sized hug :D
Based on the moss growing on the center
part of the lane it must be pretty wet here all year around. We had a
quick stop somewhere so I could grasp a moment of no-motion (I was
again feeling seasick), girls could play and we could admire nature.
We donated Hertta's stuff to this Thrift Store in Garberville.
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