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.
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.
One time my dog,Sheba, and I were doing a backpacking trip from Trinidad to Crescent City along the coast. We were in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park just north of Fern Canyon when we come upon a big Roosevelt Elk with a huge rack of antlers on the trail. We tried to go around him one way but the elk followed us and wouldn't let us pass, so we go bac k to the trail and he follows us back and starts coming towards me and backs me up against some bushes and small trees and it's 10 feet away and I'm wondering if it's gonna charge when Sheba starts running circles around it taking it's attention away from me. Sheba slipped once and the elk put its antlers down and starts going for her but Sheba got up and just missed getting poked. That gave us time to pass it by and keep hiking. A couple minutes later we come upon a herd of about 30 female elk along with the most majestic buck I've ever seen. We walked right past them just a few feet away. This past October we took a hike down to the Tall Trees Grove in Redwood National Park. Didn't see any elk but it's a beautiful 4-5 mile round trip hike if your ever in the area.
Used to drive like a bat outta hell to get to the city for Winterland....GD......never had a ticket, but there seemed to be @ the ticket box office when I went up to ask-"got 2 tixs?" Maybe she liked me or just good karma....soon after that I started working there & left Humboldt