The Spindlicity Cruise is here! I decided to drive to Vancouver to meet the ship because I needed to stop along the way and pick up my spinning wheel which has been hanging out at Elissa's house in Eugene Oregon ever since Black Sheep Gathering this year.
I told my pal Cookie, who is the sock teacher on the cruise, that I would be driving and she decided to come along for the adventure, so I left early Wednesday morning and drove up to Mountain View (near San Francisco for those non-Californians) where I picked up Cookie and we went straight to the Boba shop! because a girl's gotta have Boba!
Then we hit the road with the goal to make it to Eugene, Oregon by that night and spend the night at my friend Elissa's farm playing with the miniature donkeys and cute sheepies.
Unfortunately, Bay area traffic had a different idea in mind! Why are the carpool lanes for 3 people instead of 2??? We made a decision to take a different route to try to avoid traffic and ended up on the 101 heading north instead of the 5 heading north. We decided we would take this scenic route instead (a fateful decision).
We headed up the state and stopped for dinner in Willits
Where we ate at this little dinner that had a big neon sign proclaiming "dinners" on top of the restaurant. Then we headed north again before deciding to call it a night in Eureka, CA, 500 miles short of our goal of Eugene Oregon! However, it turned out that the motel we picked in Eureka had a very weird vibe to it, and when we got in the room we saw that the safety deadbolt had actually been busted off! Not a good sign. Cookie called her hubby who looked up the crime stats in Eureka and discovered that the crime there is twice the national average and they have a high amount of sex offenders. So we got our money back, packed it in and kept going up the coast to Arcata which had a much better crime reputation. We stayed in a perfectly respectable hotel and all would have been well with the world, except.....
I discovered that I had lost my camera! Cookie was already asleep, but I was obsessed so I took all the luggage in and out of the car twice to see if I could find the camera. I knew I must have left it back at the restaurant where we had dinner. I couldn't remember the name of the town, and I couldn't remember the name of the restaurant and it was very late... so I went and had a nice cry in the bathroom and tried to sleep. I had dreams of cameras dancing in fields of sheep... and needless to say, woke up the next day obsessed about my camera. Fortunately Cookie remembered the town and even figured out the name of the diner! and we called and they had my camera. We considered having it fedexed to us, but the guy's inability to figure out the spelling of Taft (like the president) convinced us that the only thing to do was go back and get my preciousssssssss....
So we turned around and headed back DOWN the California coast 150 miles to
where we stopped at the diner
Can you see the name of the restaurant in this picture? Hint... it's above that tiny word that says Cafe. And retrieved the precious.
Then we turned around and headed back 150 miles to Eureka, where we discovered that the sketchy motel was about 1 block from the correctional facility!!! We high fived each other for having the excellent sense NOT to stay there and then finally we got to see some new scenery!!!! This little detour of 300 miles cost us about 5 hours! (Thank you Cookie for being such a good sport.)
Now we only had 500 more miles to go to get to Eugene, which on this highway seemed like it would take another 10 hours.
We cut across the Redwood highway through the Redwoods Nat'l Forest where we actually stopped to stretch our legs for a minute, and it was well worth it.
This is a beautiful scenic route to take if you're not in a hurry
If you've never been in the Redwoods, you should visit some time in your life. The trees are enormous. Here Cookie is standing next to an average sized redwood.
The forest is deep and mysterious and quiet. Everything is muffled by the moss and redwood bark. It's a very beautiful place.
It's really hard to convey in pictures how big and old these trees are. The oldest known redwood, logged in 1939, was 2200 years old!
We then headed across to the 5 highway and into OREGON!!! finally! From Grant's Pass, it was an easy and familiar 2 1/2 hours to Eugene where we finally collapsed in Paradise (also known as the home of Elissa). A very LONG first two days...