Blogs from Fort Bragg, California, United States, North America

Jak tu jest pięknie! Musze nadrobić kilka dni bloga i w sumie mogłabym tylko zachwycać sie dzikim oceanem, podniebnymi sekwojami i przestrzenią. Chyba nigdy jeszcze tak bardzo nie podobało mi sie w Ameryce i absolutnie zachwycona jestem pomysłem tych wakacji i trasy na północ Kaliforni, gdzie nie ma palm ani filmowych gwiazd. A ze dzieci chwilowo ozdrowiały, o czym za chwile, to mogę sie rozkoszować. Mijamy po drodze dziesiątki camperów we wszystkich wielkościach, tzn od XL do XXXXL, pickupów z komicznie podniesionym zawieszeniem, harleyów z przyczepkami. Amerykanie przemieszczają sie razem z całym swoim dobytkiem. Wielkość pojazdów wydaje sie byc dostosowana do wielkości kraju. Samochód, podobnie jak koszulka, czapka, torba, czy dom ("Bernie!" albo "make America great again!") tez może stac sie nosicielm przeslania. Ze właściciel lubi broń "i l like coffee and guns", albo jest weter ... read more

Departed Eureka KOA after saying goodbye to Bea and Virginia(the dog) as they were headed off to the redwoods and we were going south. Took the Lost Coast Highway and it proved rather challenging..especially fully loaded. If you decide to try it then do it as light as possible. It is rather difficult to pick up a fully loaded bike from a downhill incline. I missed a shift on a hairpin uphill curve and dropped the bike. Deb followed suit to keep from hitting me. Sorta took the fun out of the rest of the day and the curves to follow. I was worried about an instant replay and also a tad sore from the drop and roll. The scenery from the coast highway is beautiful. Of course the 4th of July weekend is not the ... read more

The Rand McNally atlas of the U.S. we are using as our main guide on this trip is very, very good in many respects. One of the few areas it falls down on is giving the names of smaller highways and roads, which are depicted in light gray. We knew we wanted to go Clear Lake State Park, and we knew there was a highway heading there, we just didn't know what highway. We stopped to ask for directions at a Chase Bank in Woodland, and the extremely kind tellers there printed up a Google Map for us. We wanted Route 16, it turned out, which proved to be a scenic drive through golden fields and farms filled with heritage cattle. We stopped for lunch along Cache Creek, and ate outside, enjoying the warm weather. Swallows ... read more

August 20-21: Heading south along the Pacific coast, we tried to get good shots of the ocean front, but were hampered by - FOG. THE fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. --by Carl Sandburg This was one of the few poems I remember from 4th grade—maybe, in fact, there were only a few. I just didn't get it. For one thing, it didn't rhyme--like "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Secondly, having grown up on the North Atlantic coast, I knew about fog, and in my mind it wasn't silent at all because it was always accompanied by the baleful sound of the fog horn. When it was there, it was all around us—we didn't see it as a finite thing but a ... read more