Monday, May 26, 2008

Northern California

On Monday, May 19, we got a slow start from San Francisco and drove to Muir Woods National Monument, planning to do a short hike there and then continue driving up the coast. After parking, we noticed that the rear left tire looked a little flat. We pulled out the tire gauge and measured it, and it had only 14 pounds of pressure, while the other tires had 30! A quick inspection turned up a nail in the tread of the tire, so apparently we had a slow leak rather than a flat. It was getting late in the day, so we skipped hiking at Muir Woods and instead drove out to find cell phone service so we could investigate getting the tire fixed. The most convenient Discount Tire location was in Santa Rosa so we would have to drive inland a ways before heading back out to the coast.

We didn’t have enough time to get to Santa Rosa before Discount Tire closed, so we found a place to camp along the way – China Camp State Park. It had mosquito-ridden walk-in sites, but we wouldn’t be there long. The next day, we got the tire patched up and were on our way back to the coast around 10 a.m.

Looking through our guidebooks, we found that our drive from Santa Rosa to the coast would take us through the Dry Creek Valley, one of California’s wine-making areas. We couldn’t drive through wine country without tasting wine, so we stopped at the Bella winery. The tasting room was in a man-made cave in a hill with grapevines growing on top.

The wines were excellent. Zinfandel was their specialty, and we actually tasted three different varieties, including a deliciously sweet late-harvest zinfandel dessert wine. The man who poured our tasting gave us a coupon for a free tasting at the Peterson winery, which we’d seen just a short ways back on our drive, so we headed back there for the cabernet sauvignon that our pourer recommended.

We got to the winery and asked to taste the cabernet, and the pourer there told us they didn’t make cabernet. After some mutual puzzlement, she pointed out that our coupon was for a tasting at the Peterson winery, but we were at the Preston winery. Oops. Apparently, people are mixing up the two wineries all the time. We did a tasting anyway, which was unremarkable, but we had a nice picnic lunch on the winery grounds. On the way out, a rabbit sat beside the road looking at us.

After lunch, we left wine country and continued on toward the coast. Along the way, we passed Lake Sonoma, created by the construction of the Warm Springs Dam in 1983.

Back on the coast, we drove quickly through Kruse Rhododendron State Reserve, but only a few of the rhododendrons were blooming, so we continued on. We stopped at Point Arena to check out the lighthouse.

Then we continued on to Mendocino, a quaint costal town with beautiful views.

Walking around town, we passed some fenced-in geese that were very friendly, clearly looking to be fed.

Murder, She Wrote, the Angela Lansbury detective series, was set in the fictional town of Cabot Cove, Maine, but we found out that it was actually filmed in Mendocino. Unlike Big Sur, which was a series of dramatic bluffs, the Mendocino area looked like the Maine coastline – rocky, gently sloping shores and pastoral scenes. It was a fitting setting for a fictional Maine town. After following some bad directions in vain, we eventually tracked down the house of Jessica Fletcher, the main character in the series:

After Mendocino, we drove toward the redwoods in northern California. We reached the Drive-Thru Tree Park in Leggett, California, and were tempted to pay to drive through a redwood, but ultimately decided against encouraging people with our patronage to cut gaping holes in beautiful trees.

Soon we reached Humboldt Redwoods State Park and the Avenue of Giants. We drove a few miles along the road through amazingly huge trees, but it was getting late, so we stopped at the Hidden Springs Campground, which had gorgeous campsites, surrounded and separated from each other by tall trees.

The next morning, we went to a redwood grove near the campground. Redwoods aren’t very photogenic but they are one of those things, like towering peaks and vast expanses of ocean, that have the power to make you feel incredibly small. Sarah spread her arms wide but couldn’t span the diameter of the tree.

Then we hiked in Founders Grove, where we saw still more amazing trees. We passed the fallen Dyerville Giant, which was 362 feet high with a 17-foot diameter and the tallest tree in the park before it fell in 1991. We also passed the Founders Tree, 346 feet high. If anything, the fallen tree was more impressive. It’s hard to appreciate the size of the trees when you’re standing at the bottom looking up, but walking the length of a tree, you marvel at how it just keeps going and going.

We also passed a few burned-out trees that, amazingly enough, were still alive.

We also hiked through the Big Tree area, where we saw the Giant Tree, 363 feet high, and the fallen Flatiron Tree.

Further up the coast, we stopped at Patrick’s Point State Park and walked down to Agate Beach, where we ate our lunch.

Then we stopped at the visitors center for the Redwood National and State Parks, a contiguous region of one national and three state parks. We asked the ranger about good places to see marine life, and he pointed us to a river right behind the visitors center. Sure enough, we saw ten harbor seals! Some were sitting on the beach across the river from us, and others were swimming in the river.

Further up the coast, Sarah was saying she wanted to see elk, and soon after that, we saw a doe elk at a distance. Then she said that was nice, but she wanted to see a bull elk. Brian thought she was being greedy, but then we saw two, pretty close.

At a viewpoint, we used our binoculars to see some more seals below us on a spit. They were too far away for a good photo, but the view was still scenic.

We camped at Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park that night, in an old-growth redwood forest on the Smith River. It was another beautiful place to spend the night.

The next morning, we drove north toward the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon, where we would meet friends from Seattle for a Memorial Day weekend camping trip!


Rake said...

Awesome trip.
Thanks for the write up and the photos.

Lloyd said...

Great pictures!

Courtney and I did the drive through the Ave of Giants earlier this year (spring break), and it was beautiful.

She told me that the trees were not as big as she was expecting though :)

Anonymous said...

On the wine tasting mix-up, Peterson does make a Cabernet, and does not have picinic grounds. Preston has picnic grounds, but not a Cabernet. You must have been at PRESTON, where you had an unremarkable tasting, not Peterson. Happens all the time with phone calls to Peterson meant for Preston and vice verca. Just not so innocent when you write a mildly negative thing about the wrong winery. Thank you.

twoinatent said...

Oops -- guess we still had the wineries mixed up in our post. We corrected it. Thanks!

M. D. Vaden of Oregon said...

Stumbled upon your page.

I wouldn't pay to drive through a redwood either.

Mainly because it seems so insignificant. The trails are so much nicer.



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