As I rolled out of Redcrest the road ahead was The Avenue of the Giants. I have been through the redwoods in the past but it feels much different by bicycle. The quiet was palpable as I slowly made my way through 25 miles of the Humboldt Redwoods State Park.
As I stopped to admire the groves I saw a number of plaques attesting to the many “tree hugging” protectors who for 100+ years have worked to protect the trees. Consider me part of that tribe! Pictures oft visit are attached.
Once I was back on Highway 101 it was back to climbing mountains. This highway is a primary roadway from Oregon to San Diego. It flows like a snake undulating across the landscape slowly shifting in size as it squeezes through the mountains and valleys of California.
Today the sun was out all day and I got burned even with sunscreen slathered all over me. I wore some highfalutin white arm covers that my son lenten for this journey. This look like tubes and serve as sun deflectors. What I did not plan for was the heat. It had been 10 days of temperate coastal weather and “BAM” it was suddenly over 95 degrees.
By the hour #4 I began to crave a rootbeer float. Did I mention that my daily ritual is a rootbeer float? Well, many of you know that I love rootbeer. Due to the substantial number of DQ gift cards I have fallen into the habit of a daily “ice cream cocktail”!
Today was no exception. The problem was finding a vendor. I tried a number of tourist traps including the place that touts Bigfoot. However, I did not strike gold until I got to “Confusion Hill”. This is very exciting tourist trap full of antigravity gimmicks, a train into the Redwood forest and chipolopes which are cross between a chipmunk and an antelope–beasts so rare that I was unable to photograph one today.
Needless to say I got my float and it was just what the doctor ordered. I hit the road headed for Leggett. Once I found this thriving metropolis of 230 inhabitants I began my search for urge Redwoods River Resort. It was no where to be found. Hmmmm….
I pulled out my trusty I-phone and discovered that I had road by it. It was across from Confusion Hill which was back up the hill by 6.8 miles. Geeeeez!
I had put down a deposit by phone yesterday so I tossed asides traveling motto–“Never reverse course!”. Once I reversed course I got here fairly fast. I found out that the only restaurant was “you guessed it” at Confusion Hill.
So traipsed over for a cheeseburger–which was excellent. Soon I was in the pool at my “resort” washing away the heat of the day.
Tomorrow (yawn) I head for Ukiah. More heat — but more motels/ restaurant choices!