So over in "If You're Going to San Francisco," Cosmicbadger was telling the harrowing tale of a near-death experience while hitchhiking in Northern California. One thing led to another, and now we've got this topic.
Elk are big animals.. second only to the moose In the two toed, hooved, and horned cervidae family (in North America, there are 55 species in the family worldwide including antelope, caribou, reindeer, all types deer etc) there big and territorial.. especially during rutting.. best to look from afar with binoculars or crouch down low and be very quiet.
As for fern canyon it does blow having to pay, I think it’s like 10$ now.. ..haven’t done it in years but my friends and I would drive past the first exit and take the one designed for people heading south and park our cars righ of the exit under some redwoods and just walk through the woods straight to agate beach no charge! We could easily go to fern canyon or chill on the beach.. never had any problems but that doesn’t mean you won’t .. looking back we probably just didn’t have a park ranger or choir see our cars but then again we did it often. Idk. I’d say it’s worth the ten bucks not to worry
That’s a wild story.. the quick ending makes me a bit skeptical but if not wow.
Most people here are solid and we def tend to take care of our own before out of towners. During harvest season (sept-nov. and som work in dec) people from all over the world flock here to arcata to get week trimming. Lots of them do get work but again if you already have a team of girls or guys and know and trust them your gonna go with them instead of some guy from Denmark that rolls tobacco in his joints..
But prices keep dropping and good trimmers are askin more than us growrescan afford causing a riff being filled by Cheapported labor..Sound familiar? It’s simple economics. Ebb and flow.
But yes there are some crazy ass tweekersand on the streets of eureka mostly. up here in the hills they cook and obviously use too, constantly getting arrested for distribution and just an example of a selfish bpeople cause most have kids and its sad. We do have people disappear all the time so bringba 22 or make damn sure you check out who your dealing with! It’s the Wild West out here.. polices are few and far I think it’s 1 cop for ever 250 sq miles. That’s a lot of ground to cover
but has been revived from its near-death experience and invites your tales of harrowing travel in the redwoods, so to speak...
How could I forget? Potter Valley. All through Potter Valley. The general store sold cigarettes, beer, ammo, food and supplies, small one hitters and deli sandwiches and hats that read "Where in the Hell is Potter Valley?" fine fine times
I lived in Ukiah in 2008 and left after harvest season that year. Couldn't find much legitimate work * we all know you can't trim year round no matter how much you grow or who you know* and I had better luck down in San Diego work wise until I moved out here to CO. Been here since 2009 and it was one of the better moves I've ever made. Not to mention Red Rocks is awesome;)
But back to Humboldt County. Lived in a tent in Garberville in a vineyard. The old man and his wife who owned it *their names now escape me* was very cool with us for that month and a half* it was september and freezing, I'm positive they felt bad for us* but my apartment in Ukiah was nice. Studio right above a bar and a mattress store. Caddy corner to the safeway and a CVS. Highway was a 5 minute drive and San Fran was never too far away. Kind of miss those days sometimes.
I fell in love with a girl named Purple who lived in Whitethorn, about 15 miles towards the coast from Garberville. She lived in a small wooden house by the river there and I won her heart when I sang her the lyrics to Brokedown Palace ( "In a bed, in a bed. By the waterside I will lay my head. Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul." ) We walked to the ocean one day and made love on the bluffs overlooking the Pacific. Too beautiful!
The more interesting story is how I walked the closed road that connects from just north of Fort Bragg all the way to Humboldt. I was warned there were all sorts and manner of bozos and other assorted critters off of that road, but I didn't feel like hitching all the way out to 101 and then North and West again.
It was a beautiful walk filled with all manner of wildlife except human beings. It was a magical and special time of my life. Wherever you are Ms. Robin (Purple) Reagan, I hope you are well. I lost track of her when she moved to Fontana.
I got the feeling that the elk that gave Sheba and I trouble probably thought he was the next in line to be the king of the harem and maybe he a little pissed he had to be standing out there by himself.
starsleeper, you and Sheba were most fortunate.Those elk are FREEKS,especially in that park.I've had close encounters with that herd on the Fern Canyon trail out to the beach....
Would be that aggressive usually they are spooky but if the pack of cows you came across were apart of the bull's harem and it was during the rutting season, then maybe your presence was threatening enough to make him defensive. Regardless encounters with wildlife can be sketchy!
"Here's my half a dollar if you dare .. double twist when you hit the air. Look at Julie down below .. the levee doing the dopaso"
I forgot to add that you'd need to stop at a Redwood Nat. Park office to get the combination to the lock cause the last six miles of road are behind a locked gate.