Day 9a - Blogabond

Oh god the driving. I only made it to Humbolt. I was subject to full brain failure. Little jerks here and little twitches there, small gaps in attention and overall drowsyness. Not good things that you want while you drive unfamilar roads. The sign said "Rest Stop Ahead" and I thought it best to strech my legs, throw away some trash, make some water. This is the creepyest rest stop I've even seen. Sure, there were signs that said "Patroled by CHP", but I had a hard time believeing it. It was tucked away about a quarter mile from the actual road and so dark and quiet. I didn't even get out of my car.

Slumped into a hotel with no wifi. Damnit. I just wish I had gotten up earlier as there was a strange long line of people all checking out at the same time. Trucker guys wearing jackets of camo and stinking of the cheap beer that saturated their grizzly beards. Good people. There was the cutest little old lady at the counter. She carefully addressed every detail of the person she was serving, offered opinions and suggestions, and was generally the polar opposite of the big city experience. That was good too. After about 30 mintues it was my turn, I paid up got some postcards and was on my way.

Let me rewind just a moment for breakfast: apple, oatmeal, tea, juice, and background noise from the idiot box. The sky really was that even grey color, man. This is rain forest area.

I told my friend that 18 days is way too short for this kind of journey. Tragically too short. This is the gorgeous Avenue of the Giants. Next time I do this kind of thing I'm thinking more 180 days. Drive about an hour a day, setup camp and explore, get to bed early and up with the sun. That sounds good. I would have time enough to visit all the wonderful state parks and take in the local color be it brown, green, tan, or a little red.

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kleer001 on November 24, 2008 from Humboldt Hill, United States

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