We are at it Again

We decided to hit the road for spring break - spontaneous style.

We began by heading south to Crescent City, California bright and early Friday morning. When we arrived it was a raining small children and the skies were gray. The chamber of commerce in small towns are worth their weight in gold. They have the best information and in what order to do it all if you are going to fly on the seat of your pants and go where the wind blows you.

We ended up going to Stout Grove and Howlind Hill Road to see the redwoods and bask in their glory as they dominated the forest. Of course, we had to go to Pebble Beach and check out the waves while the storm whipped and whirled the sea.

One of the more interesting stops was the harbor- or at least where the harbor should have been. The earthquake in Japan and resulting tsunami completely wiped out the harbor in Crescent City. As we drove to see the harbor and the massive effort to recover several sunken boats (15 left to recover the morning we went) I realized the most of the people in the full parking lot were fisherman unable to work. They sat in their trucks and watched as this huge crane and several divers worked to clean up the disaster the giant wave left behind. My heart sunk as we watched knowing what this meant for them. This was after all, a fishing town.

We stayed on the beach in a small motel with zero amenities (we should have checked upon inquiring about the room). There was not even a telephone.

When we woke the next morning, we looked to one another for a place to go next. We pulled out a map and suddenly, San Francisco was looking pretty good. With our backs to the wind, we drove south into the sun.