I’ve always loved doors and often photograph them when I’m traveling. We came across a highlight at our favorite restaurant in Fort Bragg. The restaurant, Mayan Fusion, was walking distance from where we stayed and we ate there twice.
On the second time we visited, the west sun was low, shining through the stained glass doors.
These are the original main doors. Here they are, viewed from outside on the sidewalk. Currently the door being used for the entrance is a few feet further down the sidewalk. These original doors lead directly into the main dining room. They have a large potted palm blocking the doors so their customers don’t get confused and try to come in the wrong way. But looking through the plant, you can see that on the outside, the doors read, “Restaurant”.
Which makes perfect sense. But you need to know that because it explains the inside, which reads, “The Rest of the World”.
That in itself is funny enough. I can’t help but think of ancient maps, labeled along the sides, “Herein lies monsters.” But what’s even more funny is that they commonly prop the one of the doors open to catch the sea breeze.
With one of the doors propped wide open, the remaining door reads, “F THE WORLD”. This our server gleefully pointed out (in case we hadn’t noticed), when I complemented the late afternoon sun streaming in through the stained glass windows.
I remember seeing logging trucks in the Pacific Northwest in the 1970’s with huge trees – so big that they could only get three on the entire truck. I almost think I saw a truck with just one enormous log once, but I’m not sure, I might have imagined it. It was a long time ago. Now the trucks carry much smaller trees. Once upon a time, the trees really were that big.
It’s sad that we cut the old growth down. It’s rare to see a tree of this size anymore. We don’t have trees – or any kind of wildlife – the way we used to. I don’t think most of us can even comprehend what it was like before the loss of most of the wildlife. Huge old forests full of wild creatures have become a thing of mythology.
It’s a tourist train that was stationed immediately outside our living room window (photos and video taken from our window). The train was actually rather loud inside our place. I’m not sure why all the racket wasn’t picked up by my video. You can hear the little toot at the end of the second video, but it was much louder in person. My phone must have been filtering it all out as background noise.
And once again, I win the award for most boring videos. Youtubers would have jumped out the living room window waving a cowboy hat and landed on the train 😉
After failing to find beach access on our walk south from our loft in Fort Bragg that morning, we walked the other direction in the afternoon.
On the map it looked like the nearest beach access, at Glass Beach, was about a mile and a half north on the bike trail. We were not quite yet to the official beach when it began to look like we could almost scramble down to the shore. We stood looking at a steep and eroded dirt trail, and contemplated our choice of footwear – flip flops for both of us. It was only a short distance down, but steep and dirty and slippery in flip flops.
We had almost decided not to bother scrambling down and just go on to the main beach when a woman, standing nearby picking wild blackberries, overheard us debating and urged us to go ahead and go down to this cove.
“It’s the best,” she told us. “There’s nothing at Glass Beach. You have to go here. It’s worth it.” I didn’t know what she was talking about nothing being at Glass Beach and remained skeptical. But she insisted; it’s worth it, it’s easy, just do it, you have to.
Finally I realized that she was telling us that the beach glass was better here than on Glass Beach. We were not looking for beach glass, but earlier that same day I had bought a small book about beach glass collecting as a gift for my friend Tracey, who I would be visiting in a few days. I hadn’t read the book, but I looked at it long enough to decide to buy it, so I had a vague idea. Broken glass gets tumbled in the waves and polished into glass pebbles, and deposited onto certain beaches depending on the currents. Apparently Fort Bragg is famous for beach glass. I also had a vague memory of John and I looking for glass on Glass Beach some years ago and not finding anything.
Laura and I decided to check the little cove out. When we got down to the beach, I was absolutely astounded. Here are the photos I took when randomly pointing the camera downwards. The entire cove was like this:
I couldn’t believe it. All those white stones, plus the green, amber and blue, were all beach glass! I had never seen anything like it in my life. The whole beach was like that! That’s all polished glass!
I had no idea which pieces to pick up. There were so many! I picked up a few random ones of various colors. Laura found one with writing still on it, which apparently is “better.”
It was everywhere.
I tried to pick up some blue because it seemed more rare.
It was particularly beautiful when wet.
These are all just random shots taken pointing at the ground.
Truly beautiful trash. Everywhere!
It was close to low tide, as you can see from the exposed anemones.
There were a few other people down there, who seemed to know what they were doing. But I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of polished glass.
This is Laura, listening to the tinkling sound of the glass in the water.
Laura took a video of the sound of the glass in the gentle waves in the cove.
And here are two videos she took of hermit crabs. It’s sweet how she is talking softly to them as she takes the video. Makes me laugh!
I just wandered around in a daze, taking pictures of the ground.
We had a long walk back and were getting hungry, so we didn’t stay long. The path down to the cove doesn’t look like much at all from the beach. It’s just a slight bluff.
Here is Laura clambering back out.
I went a slightly different route, less climbing and more slip-and-slide. I held onto blackberry vines to haul myself out. She is a better climber than me.
What a well-kept secret! I’m amazed that the kind local woman picking blackberries told two obvious tourists wandering around in flip flops about that cove. That beach was amazing and now I want to go back!
It was the start of our first full day at the coast, and we hadn’t been to the beach yet. We headed out in the morning, thinking we’d walk along the nearby paved bike trail to the beach. I love bike trails, and this one was only a block from our Airbnb.
We looked at the map, made a guess, and headed south. We didn’t find access to the beach. We were close, but it was a long way down there.
These terrifyingly graphic warning signs were all along the route.
I grew up north of here and the crumbly nature of sand cliffs was well drilled into my head as a child. No wonder I’m afraid of cliff edges!
This little squirrel was right at home, and hoping for a handout.
After giving up on beach access, we continued south, enjoying the views from the bluff.
When we were about to turn around, we met a local woman on the trail who suggested that next time we walk north to Glass Beach for access. That looked to be over a mile past our loft, and we had already walked at least a mile and a half in the other direction, so first, lunch! John and I always used to get fish tacos at the Mendocino Café, so Laura and I hopped in her car and headed down there.
These tacos are particularly good because the grilled fish comes separately and you get a whole dish full of fish. Often fish tacos have just a little spot of fish buried somewhere under the cabbage. These come with so much fish you could never get all of it into your three little corn tortillas! Luckily it also comes with a fork, lol.
Later that day, we did find a beach – I’ll tell you all about that in the next post.
When I arrived at the San Francisco airport, Laura picked me up and we drove north toward Fort Bragg, which is on the northern California coast. The route took us through San Francisco and across the Golden Gate Bridge.
The freeway going north up the peninsula doesn’t continue straight across the Golden Gate, instead, it turns east and crosses the Bay Bridge to Oakland. To keep going north you have to get off the freeway and take surface streets through an older section of San Francisco to get to the Golden Gate Bridge.
On top of that, the main route was backed up, so we made a slight detour. The next few pictures are taken on a street one block off of, and paralleling, the slightly larger surface street route towards the Golden Gate Bridge.
Of course these photos, taken out the window of a moving car, do not do San Francisco justice. But you get the idea.
I enjoyed looking at the old houses while Laura navigated the traffic.
Here we are, driving on the iconic Golden Gate Bridge – shrouded in the iconic San Francisco fog.
The day then turned sunny as we headed north on Hwy 101.
The curvy mountain road from Willits to the ocean proved rainy, just as John had predicted. It was the final gauntlet between me and the beach – we were nearly there.
Finally we arrived in Fort Bragg. Our airbnb was a large loft above an old warehouse that had been converted to shops.
The loft was truly a set of pros and cons. On the plus side, it was one block from shops and restaurants. It had an expansive view of the ocean in the distance. And it had a full kitchen plus two bedrooms and two bathrooms, and one of the bathrooms had a sauna! What’s not to love?
For starters, I had a migraine coming on and I was unhappy with the distinctive smell of an old building in a damp climate. Also the white carpet was spotted and stained everywhere, in all the rooms.
I sent a polite text to the owner suggesting he clean it as soon as he had time between his guests, but he basically said it was a wool rug and there was nothing he could do about it. So I will mention it in my review. I thought it was a real downer. But Laura didn’t mind too much. She was just like, “Sauna!!!”
So yes, it had a sauna in one of the bathrooms.
We did use the sauna, although I think I would have appreciated it much more in the winter. Still, between the sauna and the unexpectedly warm temperatures, and the fact that we were in an upstairs, sunny loft, I was comfortable the entire time. Which is saying a lot! Usually when I go to the beach, I’m freezing the whole time. This time I didn’t even use the coat and warm hat that I brought all the way from Tucson.
The expansive ocean view from our loft included, in the foreground, warehouse roofs, dumpsters, parking lots, abandoned railroad tracks, abandoned rail cars, chain link fence, etc.
I will spare you the photos of the dumpster area just below our windows. Garbage was scattered around, attracting crows and who knows what else.
Here is looking east out the living room, over the warehouse roof.
Immediately out our north window was the depot for the Skunk Train.
The tourist train was fun to watch, but got a bit loud after awhile.
(I win the award for most boring videos – we know this already.)
We were hungry after the trip, and it was great to be able to walk two blocks to an excellent restaurant, Mayan Fusion. I loved that it was warm enough outside to eat out on the patio under the tent. Yay, vacation with Laura!
Of course we ordered fish. Mmmmm.
The food was as good as it looks.
Here is a picture of the outside of our Airbnb that I took the next day. When we first arrived, we had trouble finding it. Our door was hidden under this little awning:
We walked all around the building but couldn’t find anything that looked like the entrance to our Airbnb. Here it is, an unmarked door between two other doors:
The loft had its downsides but it turned out to be a fun place to stay. Up next – all our beachy adventures!
Their tagline is, “Arizona Republicans Who Believe in Treating Others with Respect” and then they go on to explain, “We are current or former Republicans, Moderates, Independents, and Conservatives who are supporting Kamala Harris this November because we believe the foundation of our democracy may be unalterably damaged if Donald Trump is re-elected.”
As you may know, Arizona has historically been Republican, but is now a swing state and important for the upcoming election.
The billboards variously read, “Republicans for Harris”, “Independents for Harris”, “Moderates for Harris”, and “Conservatives for Harris”. They’ve got a bunch up in Phoenix – none in Tucson yet.
I emailed them about including Tucson, and they said, “Find a spot and we’ll go from there.” Uh, how does one go about finding a place to put a billboard?
In case you’re wondering, yes, I am actually registered as an independent myself. But I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a few Democrats crashing the party. And you don’t have to live in Arizona to consider helping, because this is one of the states that is going to matter to us all in the upcoming election. https://secure.anedot.com/arizona-republicans-who-believe-in-treating-others-with-respect/donate
Next up – I’m still visiting friends and family in California and have lots of great photos, so I’ll try to get those up soon.
As all of you who know me or have been reading this blog know, I hate flying. But thanks to considerable thought and the suggestions of a variety of friends and family members, I’ve gotten so I can deal with it without (usually) bursting into tears at some point along the way.
Here I am, after a successful flight, waiting for Laura to pick me up.
I look like a space alien, but I don’t care. I was standing there happily bopping to my music rather than cringing and confused, overwhelmed by the noise, lights, smells and commotion of the arrivals pick-up area.
So what is with the get-up? At Laura’s mother-in-law’s suggestion, I have sewn buttons to the side of my baseball cap, which I use to hook the mask on so the straps aren’t cutting into the back of my ears. It’s already crowded enough back there with my glasses.
I wear a mask partially to help prevent getting sick, but more to hide my expression. I am one of those people who look angry when my face is relaxed. And if I look angry when relaxed, you can imagine how I look when I’m stressed. Looking very pissed is not a good way to ensure calm and friendly interactions with the strangers and customer service agents I am mingling with.
I even had a TSA agent once yell at me about the expression on my face (“What is your problem? Don’t you look at me like that!”). I was only just approaching and we had not yet even spoken to each other. That is how she greeted me. I am not making that up, it happened. It was surreal, actually. That is one of the many reasons I hate flying. I seem to be a target for stressed out airline attendants and other authorities, which is bizarre because I’m a small, white, older female. Trying to keep a pleasant look on my face for several hours straight is both exhausting and migraine-inducing. The mask helps a lot.
The noise canceling headset was the recommendation of both John and Emily’s husband, Bryan. They both travel a lot for work, and they are right, it helps enormously. It turns out I am very noise sensitive and airplanes are loud. In addition to canceling a lot of the noise, I use it to listen to a playlist of music I’ve downloaded onto my phone. My own music is familiar and grounding for me. Better than grounding – my music makes me downright happy.
So what was I up to while John was away in Alaska?
On that first Friday night, my friend Michelle and I went to Monterey Court to hear the local band, Southbound Pilot. I didn’t do a good job with the one photo I took – it doesn’t do justice to the lead singer, Vasanta Weiss. She is actually very dynamic onstage with an excellent vocal range.
On the way out there, Michelle came over and we carpooled to Monterey Court together. When she arrived at my house, it was in the midst of a big thunder and lightning storm. Tucson has regular flash floods during the summer monsoon rains, and I worried that the streets would soon be filled with water. I decided to take John’s 4Runner rather than my new little electric BMW i3. I also wanted Michelle to be able to leave her car off the street in my driveway, so I had her pull in, which blocked in my i3. (Given the excess number of vehicles we have, it’s a wonder I found a place for her on the driveway at all).
We hopped into the 4Runner, and as I started to back out (still in a blindingly loud thunderstorm), I could feel the car hesitating and balking. I checked – did I leave the emergency brake on? Everything seemed fine, so I backed out, shifted into drive and started on our way. It still seemed to run a little rough, but it was hard to tell in all the commotion and noise of the storm, and getting the wipers going, etc. But after about a block, the engine light turned on. Uh-oh. Did I somehow break his car? I circled the block, came home, and parked the car. Time for plan B.
I figured it would be fine to take the i3; I just wouldn’t be fording any arroyos. I opened the garage to unplug the i3, Michelle backed her car out of the driveway, I backed the i3 out, she parked back in the driveway and hopped in, and I nearly forgot to close the garage door. Michelle had to remind me. I don’t have an automatic garage door opener for the i3 yet, so I had to run back out in the rain and lightning to close it. Whew, by the time we were on our way, I was well rattled. Too much at once!
But we got there ok. I had already made reservations and crowds are slim during the heat (and storms) of the summer. We scored an excellent table in an alcove along the side quite near the band.
The venue seating is outside, but it is mostly covered. And I don’t think that part of town got any rain anyway. Our summer storms are very localized.
The food is good at Monterey Court, and the band turned out to be excellent too. We both danced. There were a few people who danced to nearly every song. I have no idea how they had so much energy, especially in the heat. And they were not young! It was nearly all women out on the dance floor, everyone having a great time.
The next day I met up with some of my friends from the Master’s Naturalist class I took last spring. Everyone was thanking me for putting it together, but all I did was email asking where people wanted to go and when people were available. I’d periodically do a reply-all email summarizing what they were suggesting and next thing we knew, we had a plan. We met at a family friendly brewery in the central part of town that was just perfect for a Saturday afternoon. I had never heard of it, so I was glad someone suggested it. We had a great turnout, and hopefully we’ll do it again. I forgot to take any pictures though.
Then the following day I went out again, this time with my new friend, Sam (she/her). I met Sam a few months ago when she came to an event I had scheduled through my “Let’s Dance” group I started on the Meet-up app. Here I am taking a random selfie while waiting for her.
That venue, called 3 Canyons, has a rather beautiful beer garden.
Unfortunately, the food is terrible and there’s no table service.
The band was good, https://www.conniebrannockband.com/little-house-of-funk/. Connie Brannock is the lead, and she has different musicians with her at different times. Her voice and style isn’t for everyone, but she is a talented musician and a good entertainer. Her back-up bands and other singers are good too. I think the one I particularly like is Aria Ratcliff. I’ll be watching out for her in upcoming shows.
And for those of you wondering about John’s 4Runner, now that he’s back from Alaska he’s working on fixing it. Turns out the 4th cylinder is misfiring.
Next up, my trip to California – during which I’m guessing John will fix his car. And maybe he will get the Mini Cooper sold too. Stay tuned.
John is home! Here is the account of last segment of his trip.
He left his lake cabin early Thursday morning (in the pouring rain) in order to catch a midday flight from Anchorage to Juneau. His flight back to Tucson wasn’t until Friday.
He writes, “I’m on my plane now. I didn’t have much time to spare, but all is good now!” He rarely runs late for anything (except getting home from work, lol). I asked him what he meant about not having much time to spare. Turns out he was running around trying to figure out how to unload his camping equipment without resorting to tossing it in a dumpster.
Instead of bringing his own camping equipment on the trip, he bought cheap camping gear after he got up there. This baffled me. He said he didn’t want to check a bag, but it is not expensive to check a bag, and the airlines rarely lose bags anymore. Checked bags were a lot less reliable a few decades ago. But for whatever reason, this was what he decided to do.
At the end of his trip, he planned to donate the camping equipment at a donation center. But the donation center he had picked out online turned out to be a blood donation center, not somewhere you could drop off household goods! He was running all around town trying to find a way to donate his camping equipment, but he had a plane to catch.
Later he wrote: “I couldn’t find an open donation center (goodwill, etc), so I saw a homeless couple walking near a homeless camp (in the pouring rain), and I donated my camping gear (tent, sleeping bag, mat, stove, dishes, bowls, tarp, camping chair, and fishing rod to them, plus the duffel bag most of it fits in). They were happy to have it. I was worried I was going to have to find a dumpster and trash it all, so this is much better. There are a lot of homeless in anchorage. I don’t know where they go in winter. Anchorage must be a magnet because it’s the biggest city around.”
So I’m glad that it all worked out and his equipment went to a good cause. And he caught his plane!
He writes: “Here are pictures from the plane of where I was supposed to be kayaking before the trip got cancelled. This is the little-traveled East Arm of Glacier Bay National Park.”
He wrote, “Juneau was beautiful yesterday from the airplane. That is Mendenhall glacier running into town.”
After arriving in Juneau from Anchorage, he had the afternoon available. His flight home from Juneau wasn’t until the following morning. He wrote, “I arrived at my hotel. It’s sunny in Juneau, so I booked a 3 hour whale watching tour from 3-6 pm. It was the last slot available. Everything else is sold out.”
Him and his last slots! He had gotten the last slot available on the hiking tour earlier in the week as well.
Here are a couple of beautiful pictures from his walk down from his hotel to the catch the whale watching tour boat in Juneau.
It truly was a beautiful day in Juneau!
And a picture from the boat:
He said he saw whales, but I don’t have any whale pictures yet. They must all be on the big camera.
The sunshine makes Juneau look like paradise, but I gather it is often fogged in (or worse). Those rare cloudless days in the northwest can be stunning.
The next day one of his planes had mechanical issues. They had already boarded, so they sat for an hour on the plane going nowhere while they were trying to fix the plane. Then everyone had to get back off the plane and wait some more in the airport for a new plane. Of course he missed his connecting flight. He was late getting home but we were very happy he managed to make it home that night.
Knowing that he could no longer outrun the rain, yet wanting to continue his adventure and not sit around in a hotel in town, John rented a lake cabin.
The cabin was a half-mile hike from the parking lot, which cut way down on the crowds. It also meant that without a backpack, he had to make two trips down the trail to bring in all his gear.
The cabin was luckily available for exactly the two days he needed it, partially because of the hike in, but also because it was the two slowest days of the week when the local shops shut down.
Because the local businesses were not open on Tuesday and Wednesday, the days he was there, he was unable to rent a canoe. But he could fish from the banks.
He had brought his rain jacket and fishing reel from home and had purchased a fishing license and some basic equipment – a rod and some tackle – upon arrival to Alaska. He was all set to fish in the rain!
The cabin was right on the lake, and it was adorable.
Unfortunately it did not have electricity or running water. But so cute!
The cabin was cute inside too.
Even the outhouse was cute. But not something I would want to try to find in the middle of the night in the rain.
John and I were thinking if that had been our cabin, we would buy a couple of solar panels, an inverter and bank of batteries, string a few wires, and we’d be all set. Actually I’d want a composting toilet installed too. That’s us, always looking to improve on our living arrangements.
The weather wasn’t too bad on Tuesday afternoon when he arrived.
But it rained all day Wednesday.
In the morning he fished in the rain.
By afternoon the rain was harder and he retreated into the cabin.
Apparently they got a record amount of rain for that day.
Ugh, mud.
The next morning he wrote, “I’m out of the cabin now and driving towards Anchorage. It’s still raining and everything is soggy mess. That’s why I live in the desert. 😀”
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