Still not satisfied with the seals bobbing in the water we were off early to find seals out of the water. Worked our way down the coast with tips from people we've met but no luck. The town of Crescent City was mentioned by many and then a nice lady gave us directions to The Chart Room a restaurant at the harbor in Crescent City that was sure to have sea lions and she was right. Stephanie got her fill of photographing sea lions and we were off to the Redwoods.
The trees were truly magnificent but the park itself was not what we were expecting. The park was narrow sections of land along the coast with just roads and a few trailheads. Not developed like most parks and it was broken up between state and national parkland. Nice ride through the trees.
Just south of the Redwoods we found a beautiful little town of Trinidad. Had lunch the best fish and chips I've ever eaten then went to photograph their lighthouse. Neat town perched atop a steep hillside overlooking the bay. We said farewell to the coast and headed east towards the Sierra Nevada's.
Took Hwy 299 just because it headed east towards Reno. What a lucky choice because the road was twisty and hilly all day long through National Forest. The road followed rivers for most of the route. Stephanie kept saying if it was warmer over 90 I would jump in a river like that. After riding and watching the thermometer climb well past 90 I saw a pull off with river access, I pulled in to see her reaction. She was off the bike and heading to the river. After emptying her pockets and handing me her phone to video tape her... splash she was in the water boots and all. The gauntlet was thrown, there was no way I could get on my bike and not jump in also. With pockets empty and the video running... splash I went in the river. The cold water felt great. The wet clothes made the warm weather riding feel like I had air conditioning.
Found what the hotel clerk call biggest little town in the middle of nowhere, Chico, Ca. Clothes still wet, tired and pitiful we changed into dry clothes and went foraging for food. While sitting at a pizzeria we came to a somber reality. We are 2,300 miles from home and we need to make a more deliberate route home. No more meandering, no more back roads, no more photo hunting wildlife.... bummer. The future posts will probably have less adventures and less photos, but you never know what we may find alongside the interstates we can jump off for a quick exploration. The adventure goes on!
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