I left Oregon on Sunday. Walt and Jenny had driven up to the Fair in their RV, and I was getting a ride with them down to their home in Eureka, California. Rather naughtily, I spent most of the journey in the R part of their V. I found myself ducking down any time I saw a motorbike that looked like it might be being ridden by Erik Estrada or Larry Wilcox
A highly pleasant journey it was too. I had a nap in the bed, lounged around on the sofa bit, watched the fog rolling in from the Pacific Ocean, and marvelled at the size of the redwood trees.
And the couple of days I’ve spent here in Eureka have been very agreeable. It’s been nice to hang out with Walt and Jenny again, and nice to see the pretty buildings in their town. And the pretty buildings in the neighbouring town, Arcata. And the harboury thingy that opens into the Pacific Ocean. Here’s some photographs of all of the above in lieu of more words, cos it’s damn early in the morning, my brain isn’t working properly, and I’m sat in a cafe wasting a couple of hours before I get on a bus to San Francisco.