Day Nine (9-23-2010)

Redwood National Park, California

Shafts of Morning Sunlight in the Prairie Creek Campground

(a sign in this campground warns people to be careful of the elk that browse in this little prairie)

Breakfast in the Redwood Forest

Got up at the Prairie Creek Campground, which is in the Redwood National Park system of northern California, just south of the Oregon-California border. Compared to the Oregon State campgrounds, the California state campgrounds are terrible.  This campground has small camp sites which were about as level as the Sahara Desert dunes. There was no soap or paper towels in the bathroom.  No water, no electricity, no nada en los campsites.  Tonight, after returning to Oregon, I mentioned all of that to the gal attending the park entrance booth at the Bullards Beach Campground, and she said that she has gotten that same comment from  several people.  And, adding insult to injury, California charges more than Oregon does, so you get less for more money; what a deal! 

Bonnie and Half a Redwood

Bonnie, Angus, and a Whole Redwood

These trees were alive during the Roman Empire.

So how many 2"x 4"s do you think this'd yield? 

After having breakfast and taking Angus for a short walk in the park, we hit the road, turning northward, toward home again.  As we were leaving the Redwoods Park, we pulled over alongside the road, looking for a big ol’ redwood tree, called “The Corkscrew Tree,” due to its spiral, twisted trunk.  While standing outside the RV, a passing SUV slowed down, the driver waved, pulled over & stopped.  It was Peter and Debbie, the couple who we had befriended the day before, at “The Trees of Mystery.”  We talked with them for a few minutes, then parted ways.  They were going to take a hike to a small canyon that is lined with ferns, and is supposed to be a photographer’s paradise.

Part way up the coast, we stopped and took a few  more pictures at the Harris Beach Campground, where we stayed, a couple of nights ago, then continued onward. 

Photos from the Harris Beach Campgrounds beach area, near Brookings                                               

 

The plastic cover to the electrical hook-up chord fell off somewhere along the highway a couple of days ago, so, after encountering a light rain, we pulled over, today, and covered it over with good ol’ duct tape, man’s best friend, aside from doggies.

We arrived at the Bullards Beach Campgrounds just around twilight, and set up camp for the night.