Day 78: California ... nearly home!

Trip Start Jul 01, 2008
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Trip End Sep 27, 2008


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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Okay, we have officially gone soft. We passed maybe 20 State Park campgrounds between Crescent City and Fort Bragg, and not once did we feel compelled to drive off the road and enquire about a tent site. We have San Diego in our sights, and even if we become completely depleted of funds we feel like we could walk home and be happy, as long as we keep up with the hot showers, TV, and complimentary breakfasts offered by the hotel/motel option. The drive south from the OR/CA border was again shrouded in fog, but we made it a fun day for the kids by stopping at the wacky tourist traps that line the coast road.
First up, the Trees of Mystery in Klamath which offered giant statues of and by Paul Bunyan, with Babe the blue ox guarding the entrance. A 1/2 mile walk through the redwoods followed by a Sky Rail over the tree canopy and then a return 1/2 mile through the various wood carvings. The kids loved it!
A very pretty drive followed but again, the Pacifc Ocean was mostly viewed through our foggy lenses, so we detoured slightly and did the original Drive Thru Tree at Leggett. Well we would have, except we didn't fit. The kids were disgusted that we could travel so far and not be able to drive thru and it was tricky explaining that a ripped roof at this stage of the trip would be a real downer. So we had them walk through instead and watch the line of cars following us go through, some of which made it through by nothing other than a hairs width. Matt filled up and was shocked at the price of gas... California was expensive when we left and expensive when we returned.
Heading back to the coast after a journey inland (where the sun was shining) brought us back amongst the fog, but we continued on to Fort Bragg which we had read was a much cheaper option than Mendocino/Spendocino and found a great hotel called the Beachcomber. Dinner was a family run italian that wanted to close before we appeared at their door but they were kind enough not to send us away at 8pm without a bowl of pasta.
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