WoodsChick
I Don't Do GPS
I've spent a few Thanksgivings camping up on the Lost Coast of CA. The last 3 years have been spent in the Nevada desert, though. We wanted to go to Nevada again this year but the cold front sweeping through the west was too much for me. Our camp spot was looking at -3 degrees on Wednesday night so we bailed at the last minute and headed for the Lost Coast instead. It was a good call.
One of the reasons I like camping here on Thanksgiving...
The only other campers were our friends Dan, Lesley and their daughter Ivy, and our friends Steve and Karen, with their daughters Stevie-Jean, Katie and Jaine.
Thanksgiving dawned clear and cold...
The day started off with a walk along the wild and deserted beach. Belle came with us and walked the labyrinth...
Suited up and ready to ride, Stevie, Steve, Dan, Eric and me...
We hit some fun goat-trail pavement, and some ridge-top dirt, too...
We dropped down into Ferndale and were the only people on the streets. It felt kinda like that Twilight Zone episode where the kid wakes up in a town and he's the only one there We hit the Ferndale Bakery for mochas and pastries...
Luckily none of us had to enter or exit via the back door...
The nice bakery lady told us about a really neat place north of there where we could get great views of the bay and ocean. We followed her advice and she was spot-on...
Yes, the views were spectacular...
This guy almost jumped off the cliff, but he was only practicing...
Hey! What's that down there?
More to come...
WoodsChick
One of the reasons I like camping here on Thanksgiving...
The only other campers were our friends Dan, Lesley and their daughter Ivy, and our friends Steve and Karen, with their daughters Stevie-Jean, Katie and Jaine.
Thanksgiving dawned clear and cold...
The day started off with a walk along the wild and deserted beach. Belle came with us and walked the labyrinth...
Suited up and ready to ride, Stevie, Steve, Dan, Eric and me...
We hit some fun goat-trail pavement, and some ridge-top dirt, too...
We dropped down into Ferndale and were the only people on the streets. It felt kinda like that Twilight Zone episode where the kid wakes up in a town and he's the only one there We hit the Ferndale Bakery for mochas and pastries...
Luckily none of us had to enter or exit via the back door...
The nice bakery lady told us about a really neat place north of there where we could get great views of the bay and ocean. We followed her advice and she was spot-on...
Yes, the views were spectacular...
This guy almost jumped off the cliff, but he was only practicing...
Hey! What's that down there?
More to come...
WoodsChick