20' Dance floor

We took the old road down the coast. Us highway 101. After about a one hundred k bum steer from Dedvidas we arrived on the coast...north of Portland. We spent most of the day driving through poor towns, full of character but obviously drained by the Interstate 5. Camp was set a few miles north of Florence. We made it to the Oregon sand dunes for a sunset over the Pacific.


Early the next day we hit the hazy Californian coast, the 101 offering spectacular coastal views. An argument started over Ben Folds culminated in Kat punching me in the mouth and a few minutes later pouring half a can of coke over me. Oh the bliss. After a change at a rest stop, girl tears and hugs we were back on the road. We drove along the Redwood Highway through, obviously, Redwood forests. We stopped in the Prairie Creek National Park for a short walk. These ancient beasts of trees demand a kind of quiet respect from their spectators. Their limbs would classify as trees in the own right in most people books. We had a conversation with a giant lumberjack at the 'Trees of Mystery'. In typical American fashion they were asking fourteen dollars to view 'their' particular Redwoods and for a ride on a gondola. They didn't seem to find it ironic to use a man with a axe as their mascot.