November 10-11

November 10
We went right to securing Homey for the road this morning. Grandpa Moosman helped me fashion a walking stick out of some seasoned madrone wood he had beside his garage. They also provided us a cooler that can plug into a cigarette lighter (which is going to be handy on long stints without power). Thank you for all your help!!!:) They sent us off with hugs and full bellies!

It was a beautiful short drive to Grants Pass where we stopped to pick up a few totes for dog-food and small vaccum bags. When we returned to our vehicle we met a fellow vagabond (who's name has escaped me) driving a modified Volkswagon Vanagon.
We talked about travelling, solar panels, water capacity, water pumps and of course, politics. He gave us a short tour of his modified ride and we bid him adew.
We had homemade soup for lunch that Grandpa Moosman and Pat had sent with us. (yum-yum)

After lunch we continued down the Redwood Highway toward Crescent City. Just before crossing the border into California, we came upon a funky wood shop in Kerby, OR called the Burl Gallery.
The three of us wandered through the paths leading to fun tree houses and unique wood creations. We recommend checking out this neat shop if youre ever in the area.


The ocean at last!!!
We were really on our adventure now. We were finally at the coast :) We spent our evening parked by the ocean reading, eating and staring at the water listlessly, mesmorized by the endless breaking and retracting of the waves.

November 11

This morning we had the wonderful privelage of playing on the beach to start our day. It was raining pretty hard but we were not going to let that stop us. The two of us were clad head to toe with our nice new rain gear.
Our new outfits kept us perfectly dry and were worth every penny. Sadie ran up and down the beach chasing her ball and did not seem to mind the rain one bit. We gave her a bath in a nearby freshwater inlet with our biodegradable soap. This was a big releif to the both of us because she was beginning to smell terrible. She must have gotten into something stinky on the road!

We drove down the Redwood Highway marveling at the amazing forest. Giants of trees seemed to be creeping their way onto the winding road, forming tunnels which encircled us all around. The forest and its famous trees were incredibly massive and we could sense its ancient presence.
A redwood tree can live to be 2000 years old, its bark grows up to a foot thick, it can reach heights of 370 feet tall and may span twenty-two feet in diameter. This forest can really make a person feel small!! The red ground was covered with short, soft firns giving the forest floor a whimsical appearance. It truly is a magical place :)

We continued down the curvy Redwood Highway to our next ocean-side stop, Fort Bragg. It seemed to be a good place to park Homey for the night. We were both hungry and ready for some rest.