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Birds and more birds, at Mark and Trish’s in Yelm, WA. These critters drain both feeders in a matter of hours, then fly around complaining that there’s not any more seed. Ingrates all.

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East of Portland, along the original Lewis & Clark Highway, is Vista House, a way station for early 20th Century travelers. Claudia is a wonderful guide to the history and locations for the greater Portland area. Vista House lives up to its name, and the day was perfect for viewing the horizon. Bonneville Dam is barely visible in the distance.

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I am most grateful for my third host “family” – Claudia. Her 1921 home in a short distance from downtown, and in a most friendly neighborhood. My room was in the basement, just like my home. Her “spare room” was much bigger, and nicer. All the hard work she put into the restoral is amazing.

A day at the beach

_DSC0162Text will follow later. Just had to upload these videos while I’m taking care of other busniess. At Cape Overlook, OR. It was nice to have two different sand types, soft and hard. As this is self-videoed, the framing could have been better, but what the heck. And that’s a peace sign coming out the moon roof, not a high sign to Oregon drivers!

When I was a kid, our family camped at Prairie Creek. Two stand-out memories: a monster trout in the creek, and the elk grazing nearby. I think I found the general area of our campsite, and the elk were out by Fern Canyon.  It was a beautiful day, cool with bright sunshine, so I made a couple of sandwichs in a redwood grove, and ate one right then and there. I cruised the campground, then reacquainted myself with the narrow, rutted access road to the canyon, about four miles of 15 mph road. Judy and I found an elk antler on the beach road section, laying right there in the middle of track. No such luck this time, but the males were accommodating down by the canyon.

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I traveled out of “the Valley” (San Joaquin: breadbasket to the world) going north up Highway 99, the old one that parallels I-5. At Red Bluff I turned west on Highway 36 going west, going towards the coast, going to coolness. In Red bluff the temperature was 102F, and I was toasty enough. Highway 36 was a real E-ticket ride, twisting and turning, “Slow to 15 mph” kind of road. I got a Dr Pepper at Wildwoods Cafe & Store, then reached a summit at around 4,000 feet elevation. From there, I could look north and see the Trinity Alps. Getting cooler by the mile now. Ever vigilant for bicyclists, huffing and puffing alongside the road. don’t they know this is a petroleum based world? Geesh. Then I came to Swains Flat, expecting to see one person behind the counter of the store, selling some canned goods to a local. Much to my surprise, there was a party going on! Turns out, Sky Blue’s home was damaged in a fire, and the community was having a fundraiser to help her out. Count me in. Music, BBQ chicken and cole slaw, beer and sodas, and a couple of vendors selling crystals. I had a dinner plate and went back for more – napkins. The closest I got to finding out about Eric Johnson, my former boss, was a neighbor of his, who had moved into her house a year after I left. Oh well. Eric died in 1981 anyway, and so it goes. I was tired after the heat, the miles, and I needed to reset my eyeballs from all the focusing I did on 36. So I moteled up in Fortuna at a bare bones motel. A great Mexican restaurant on the other side of the road met my needs. From there I visited Arcata the next day, dropping by US Servas and Humboldt State University. (See yesterday’s entry.) Here’s some Highway 36 scenes.

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Eureka!

I spent several days in Fortuna, Eureka and Arcata. I attended a Center for Spiritual Living service Sunday, where I met a lot of friendly energetic folks. My hotel was definitely bare bones, so they dropped the price for me. I went to Humboldt State University, and asked around for my friend, Aman Mellow Blume to no avail. I did drive on the walkways though, following (or so I thought) the map Admissions Office provided me. Luckily, it was summer session, so just a few people had to get out of my way…joke. Later I visited with the good people at US Servas headquarters in Arcata. Amy, Shelly, and Laura were pleased to see a traveler drop by. Of course. I’m feeling a bit road weary, for lack of a better term. No melt down, but something to keep in mind. Then I stopped at a rest stop on my way to Crescent City, and it all cleared up. What has Nature wrought?

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