On the Mendocino coast

August 13th, 2014

I leave Orr Hotsprings just after lunch and arrive in Fort Bragg at the end of the afternoon at the home of my longtime friend, Louise.  The Mendocino coast in summer is a land of fog and cool temperatures, though a few miles inland Mendocino County is warm and sunny.

Here is Van parked in front of Louise’s house:

1_Louise's house 1

 

The house is set among redwoods just north of town:

2_Louise's house 2

 

In her garden out back Louise grows much of her own food.  The area has a very long growing season:

3_Louise's garden

 

Here’s Louise and her dog, Oso:

4_Louise and dog

 

Dinner this evening is salmon poached with dill…

6_salmon for dinner

…with vegetables and salad from the garden:

7_salmon, radishes and salad

 

Louise with her son Isaac:

5_Louise with Isaac

 

The next day Louise and I drive inland to visit another redwood forest, Hendy Woods:

8_Hendy Woods entrance

 

I’m not going to show you all of my photos; you’ve already seen plenty of redwoods, but a few of these are worthwhile to give you an idea of the size of these trees:

9_Louise and redwood tree

10_John and redwood tree

 

Here’s Louise standing inside one of the burnt-out trees:

12_Louise inside burnt out redwood

 

…and on top of a fallen stump:

11_Louise on top of fallen stump

 

There are some interesting tree sculptures here too:

14_more sculpture

…and up close:

15_sculpture up close

 

But we don’t only visit redwoods. We also go wine tasting at several of the area’s many wineries. Here’s just one of them, called “Toulouse”:

16_Toulouse winery

And some of our purchases:

23_some of our purchases at the wineries

Notice the goose on each label.

 

On the way home we find a perfect place on the Navarro River for a swim:

20_perfect place for a swim

But it’s getting late:

22_but it was getting late

 

The next day Louise and I take a long walk in the morning, and in the afternoon we go for a bike ride along the Navarro River:

24_bike ride_fog

Notice the fog. We’re at the mouth of the river, just a few steps from the beach.

Louise, after an hour’s pedaling:

25_Louise after an hour's pedaling

And me, looking fat and out of breath:

26_and me, looking fat and...

By now the sun has appeared and it’s getting warm.

The road goes on…

27_the road goes on

…with its share of wildflowers…

28_among the plant life are these flowers

…and the ever-present poison oak:

29_along with the poison oak

 

At some point we get side tracked onto this trail while looking for a place to swim:

30_we get side tracked on this trail, but...

But it’s getting late and we have to turn around. We must have done about 15 miles.

Evening comes and Isaac makes us an excellent dinner; some friends of his come over, Michael and Alexandra. Unfortunately, I forget to get out my camera. The following morning I leave Fort Bragg, heading north again, but first we go out for breakfast.

Louise and Isaac at the restaurant:

31_L&I at breakfast the next morning

It has been a wonderful few days on the Mendocino coast.

In Montgomery Woods (2)

Just moments after leaving the site of my previous post I did indeed find the official entrance to Montgomery Woods, with a proper sign, a parking lot, restrooms, etc. Bicycles aren’t allowed here, so I leave the bike and head out along the loop trail. The trail goes up and up. I couldn’t have biked it.

1_Mont2_ trail begins and climbs 2_Mont2_and climbed

 

But the trail finally levels off and we enter the forest of old-growth redwoods:

4_Mont2_ and we enter the old growth...

 

Sunlight shines down from on high:

5.1_Mont2_light shines down1

 

We see traces of the forest fire of 2008:

5_Mont2_traces of the fire of 2008

 

And here we arrive in one of the best preserved parts of the grove. No wonder they call redwood groves “nature’s cathedrals”:

6_Mont2_nature's cathedrals

 

Further along the trail I come upon a fallen tree:

7_Mont2_further along, fallen tree

 

But, of course, redwoods are not alone here. Ferns flood the forest floor in some places:

8_Mont2_flood of green ferns

 

Clover too:

9_Mont2_ other undergrowth_clover

 

And California’s ever present poison oak:

10_Mont2_poison oak

 

Further along there is more and more evidence of the fire. This tree has its trunk totally burnt out, and yet it still lives:

12_Mont2_burnt out tree trunk 13_Mont2_but this tree lives still

 

This one is badly burnt too, and no longer lives:

14_Mont2_this one burned too 15_Mont2_but no longer lives

 

More traces of the fire:

16_Mont2_more burn 17_Mont2_and more burn

 

And much burn debris scattered about:

18_Mont2_burn debris

But we learn from the different information signs that forest fires are in fact good for the redwoods.  Their bark is resistant to the flames and fires cleanse the forest floor and allow the undergrowth to renew itself.

 

Here, a fallen tree serves as a stairway and a walkway:

19_Mont2_downed tree stairway 20_Mont2_and bridge walkway

 

The trail meanders through a meadow of ferns:

21_Mont2_ trail through ferns

 

And a stream, though dry in this season, runs through it all:

22_Mont2_stream runs through it

 

Far back in the canyon, I come upon this makeshift memorial:

23_Mont2_memorial altar

Notice the bouquet of roses.  If you zoom in you can see a photo of a young man on the left, and you can make out the details of many of these small piles of stones.  I decide that I’ll leave something in memoriam too.

 

I quickly gather a few stones:

24_Mont2_my rock collection

 

 

From this collection I select a few.  Six will do. And I make the following pile which I show here from four different angles:

25_Mont2_tribute1 26_Mont2_tribute2

27_Mont2_tribute3 28_Mont2_tribute4

And I dedicate this to the memory of my parents, Phillip Eugene and Jean Darlene, the father and mother of  Tim, Larry and John.

Dad died many years ago, Mom remarried and moved to Redding with her new husband.  But today Phil and Jean are together again here, in a cemetery in Petaluma:

29_Phil and Jean

 

 

It’s getting late now, and I take another trail back down the canyon:

30_Mont2_trail_back1 31_Mont2_trail_back2 32_Mont2_trail_back3

 

Along the way, I see these deer.  I’ve seen quite a few of them, but they don’t like to be photographed:

33_Mont2_deer1 34_Mont2_deer2

 

When I get back to the parking lot I come across this duo:

35_chickens in the parking lot

 

I have no idea what they’re doing here, or where they come from. This will be one of the many little mysteries of my journey.

 

In Montgomery Woods (1)

I got on my bike my first morning at Orr and rode two miles to Montgomery Woods, hoping to have a nice long ride among the redwoods. Everything started out just fine. The trail was pretty:

1_Mont1_started_well

 

I quickly encountered a few giant redwoods:

2_Mont1_big_redwoods

 

 

To give you a better idea of their size, here’s a picture of the bike leaning against a stump:

3_Mont1-bike_in_its_element

 

I soon encountered a few funny sights, like this small tree bent over the trail:

4_Mont1_some_funny_things_1

 

But the next sight was a bit disconcerting at first. My eyesight isn’t what it used to be, and I came to an abrupt halt when I saw this:

5_Mont1_some_funny_things_2

 

No problem, though, and so I went on my way.  But the trail soon got narrower:

6-Mont1_trail_got_narrower

 

And the forest got thinner:

7_Mont1_forest_got_thinner

 

Obstacles soon appeared:

8_Mont1_obstacles_appeared 9_Mont1_finally_got_so_bad

 

I decided to leave the bike and continue on foot. Here’s the bike looking forlorn and fearful where I chained it to a tree:

10_Mont1_had_to_leave_bike

 

By now I was starting to think that I had make a mistake and that this place couldn’t be the real Montgomery State Reserve. And then I came upon this friendly sign, and another sign on the other side of the very same tree:

11_Mont1_friendly_sign 12_Mont1_other_side_of_same_tree

 

Notice the grafitti: “Walk along creek to parking lot”. So I turned back, picked up the bike and made my back to the road where I realized that I should have payed attention to some signals. This trashed and abandoned camper:

13_Mont1_trashed_camper

 

And this tacky sign:

14_Mont1_tacky_sign

 

Notice the name of then-governor Arnold Schwarzenneger. I’ve lived abroad so long that I sometimes forget that Schwarzenegger was actually California’s governor for a number of years, the state’s chief executive. The “governator”, as he was known.

Now I realize that I definitely made some mistake. There must be another entrance somewhere. So on I go, looking for the right place.