We left Williams fairly early in the morning, although it was already almost 80dF outside. About 10 miles west of town we spied another fruit stand, where we stopped and stocked up again, then headed west around Clear Lake to U.S. 101, which is the coastal counterpart to I-5. We stopped for gas in the town of Willits (home of the Skunk -- a short railroad built back in the days when they were still lumbering old growth redwoods, but now a tourist trip), then headed up into the redwoods.
|This is where we picnicked, after purchasing delicious sandwiches in a hippy dippy general store along 101|
|This is the Eel River, where my ex-husband almost drowned on our wedding night, but that's another story.|
|Just one of lots and lots of enormous trees.|
It is difficult to get decent pictures of them, though. I did try...
|I like the light in this one.|
|This is how shallow-rooted those enormous trees really are.|
|346 feet tall, actually|
|This one was named after a military veteran.|
We also stopped at a visitor center along the Avenue, where, of all things, we overheard a young man talking to the woman behind the counter about how he was thinking about going to Yellowstone. He seemed to be under the impression that it would be just a short jaunt. I couldn't help but jump in and try to explain things -- like how Yellowstone is about 1000 miles from the redwoods. I was glad to see the distance didn't daunt him, but I do wonder if he ever made it.
We eventually got back on 101 again and drove through Eureka to the college (Humboldt State University) town of Arcata, where we found a motel. We'd gone from 80 degrees at 8 am to 60 degrees at 5 pm. After over a week of 90s and single digit humidity, 60s and fog were absolutely a balm to our parched souls.