Two days worth of the Lost Coast and a slew of photo-documentation.

Its a strange thing, really, how we have so many things to do and see here on the North Coast, and we hardly ever do them. My folks are in town for the week, and we have made a point of getting out of the house and seeing some of the local sights. Here is a little taste of the things we have done over the last two days.

On Monday we took a walk to the North Jetty. Eureka, at one time (I think), had a much busier shipping trade in lumber. Now, however, Its mostly a commercial fishery that keeps business going. But Monday was beautiful, so we packed up the dog and made our way out to the Edge of the World.

One of the things I noticed immediately was the water was extremely clear, even divable. Sadly though, the current along the jetty (on he out-going tide) is treacherous, and not a suitable dive environment for one of my skill level.

I don't claim to know the history of the Humboldt Bay, but if I were a betting man, there was a system of rails for carts that was used to drop the "dolos" off at the end of jetty. Now its a walk way that, in foul weather, can be a deadly place to be.

At some point, the jetty is blocked off to normal traffic. Again, while on a day like today it provided a rather nice walk, at times this seemingly friendly path would be a death trap at the wrong time of year.

Of course, we can't have such a telling tale without a shot of our narrator atop these mammoth pieces of concrete.

Yep, I'm standing on the Edge of the World while sea water relentlessly pounds against it.

Today, we went North, to Fern Canyon and Gold Bluffs State Beach. We brought Bear along as well, and were greeted by a sad sign:Sorry Bear.

Yep, no dogs on this trail.
These people look so familiar... Who are... Oh well, they sure seemed willing to pose for a picture. I thought it added a nice human element.
While traversing the canyon, I came upon this fallen tree, which lead to my only real pearl of wisdom from this trip:
Even a tree, when left to it's own devices, can pick itself up after falling.

After a bout a 1/4 mile hick we decided we had gone far enough, as it appeared to be getting more and more narrow and simply dark.

Time to get back to Bear and head out to the beach. Bear wasted no time getting down to business with a piece of driftwood.

This dog is relentless when it comes to chasing and retrieving sticks.
Anyone who has lifted a crab pot from the watery depths knows they can be pretty heavy when laden with crab. Sometimes, though, they are simply not liftable. This is because they become caught on the ocean floor and so we are left with buoys that simply mark a fisherman's loss. This buoy must have been in the water for a long time before it broke off, and washed ashore here.
The beach was totally ours. There were other people up the canyon, but the shoreline was ours for as far as we could see in either direction.
In the end, I had to pry the stick from Bear's mouth and pretty much force him to get back on the leash. But I think, judging from the look on his contented face, he had a pretty good day.So did we, so did we.