Let’s wrap up the week-long adventure to the tippy-top of CA.
I last left you on a secluded Lost Coast beach watching someone surf netting, a new site to me. Perhaps you as well?
But the icing on the cake of this trip was this:
At the mouth of the Klamath River a splendid detour off Hwy 101 exists, Coastal Drive. Seated above the water sits a relic of WW2. Two cinder-block buildings, camouflaged to look like ranch buildings from above and the water, allowed watch over the ocean for threats. Strange, eh? But smart. They would be obscure.
There, I had my first whale siting. Look closely in the photos and you’ll see the tail in one and a spout in another. Must’ve been a gray whale?
I’d been hoping all trip-long this would happen. I begged the Water-Gods to show me whales. I even avoided crossing my fingers and toes at the same time to avoid bad luck. ; )
Fortunately I had the place to myself because the happy dance I did while gaping would’ve been embarrassing. Here I noted a couple separate spouts. A cow and a calf perhaps? I REALLY could use a pair of binoculars.
Fast forward to the Mendocino Coast. It’s just a few hours north of where I sit now. Fantastically dramatic, it’s up there with Big Sur in rugged beauty.
Point Cabrillo Lighthouse, EST. 1909
This one involved a lovely jaunt out a wind-swept tall-grass field:
The Third Order Fresnel Lens, so intricate:
Along the jagged coast the lighthouse guards, I found cormorants defying gravity, roosting on rock walls:
Plants surviving the constant battering of waves. I think Dr. Seuss designed them. Anyone know what they are?
I wrapped up that trip with a stay at Bodega Bay. There I supped on BBQ oysters and beer. A local clued me into a huge whale migration occurring off Bodega Head. “I must’ve counted 20 spouts in 20 minutes!” She revealed. I headed up the next AM and there they were, though not as numerous, the rain and fog obscuring a bit. I still managed to drink in my fill of amazement. It was a grand conclusion to a hell of a road trip.