California’s Lost Coast travels through dramatic landscapes. Within a 25 mile stretch, we went from the windswept Highlands of Scotland, to the shores of Newfoundland, to the farms of Vermont, and to the twistee steep turns of Nova Scotia’s Cabot Trail. It was a magical drive that transported us to some of our favorite places. Thank you Richard for recommending the drive! The pictures, as usual, do not do justice to the scenery.
Tip: The 25 miles of road we travelled from Ferndale south along the Lost Coast was mostly paved, but it is not recommended for large vehicles or vehicles towing. There were several tight switchbacks, a few very steep inclines, and well, what goes up must come down so steep descends, and some quite narrow sections with recent mudslides.
Tidbit: The only thing that could have improved our drive was to have done it on our motorcycles!!
Today we took a nice day trip through the Avenue of the Giants. The rain has been relentless here in northern California (7 inches in 24 hours), but the weather broke this morning and we were off. The Avenue of the Giants is a nice paved drive that paralles Rt. 101. Along the way, there are many places to pull over that have well graded paths that make the redwood groves accessible for those less steady on their feet or for those with limited time. We found a fallen giant at one of the pull outs and spent a while clambering about. A very nice relaxing day, and it wasn’t raining!
Tip: Top off your gas tank before heading to the Avenue of the Giants. We found gas only to be available near the southern and northern ends of the drive.
Tidbit: We still highly recommend hiking one of the trails that take you deeper into the redwoods for the full effect, if you can.
Crescent City, the wind is howling from the ocean, localized flooding predicted from the rain, sneaker waves coming over the breakwater! What to do on this wet, dreary afternoon after our Whaler Rock Adventure?
A scavenger hunt!
We had picked up a brochure at the Del Norte County Historical Society about The Redwood Mural Society, a group of artists who created murals and mosaics around Crescent City. They range in size from 7ft x 8ft to an entire side of a building and are meant to bring some history, color, and art to the community. The brochure included pictures of the murals and a very rough map of the their locations. We were off. The shipyard ice plant, the lobby of the stately old hotel, and the reservation casino were some of the places we discovered the murals!
What do we do on a rainy day when they are predicting 20mph winds, with gusts of 40mph, and 20ft waves? Why we hike out to the top of Whaler Island in the Crescent Bay Harbor!
Tidbit: Whaler island used to be 10 acres and home to a rendering facility (thus its name). Today it is just under 4 acres and home to the Coast Guard Station. What happened to the other 6 acres you ask? Why it was blasted and used to build the inner jetty.
Tidbit: Living conditions at the lighthouse, 7 miles from shore, were rough. Of the 80 men who served, 37 resigned and 26 requested transfers to other stations.
July 30, 1865 was the last voyage of the Brother Jonathan. The paddle steamer departed Crescent City, California for Vancouver BC after dropping off cargo. Upon leaving the bay, she ran into a nasty storm near the new Oregon state border. The captain quickly decided to head back to the safety of Crescent City harbor. Within minutes of turning back the ship struck a shoal and began to sink. Although there were ample lifeboats, only one was able to clear the sinking ship. Of the 244 souls aboard only 19 individuals survived making it, at that time, the worse shipwreck in the US.
Battery Point Lighthouse in Crescent City, was first lit December 10, 1856. A beautiful Cape Cod style lighthouse, it has provided safe passage in and out of the Crescent City harbor for over 150 years and is uniquely placed on a point that is only accessible at low tide.
Tidbit: In 1879 a large wave hit the kitchen shed side of the lighthouse toppling the chimney, and knocking the kitchen stove over which started a fire. The family quickly started pulling water out of the cistern to put out the fire when a second wave crashed ashore, swished down the remnants of the toppled chimney and extinguished the fire!
While in Whittier, Alaska we learned about the devastating 1964 earthquake that destroyed the town. Traveling south along the coast, we have been constantly aware of tsunami dangers via placards, handouts, signs, and warning sirens blasting the weekly test of the tsunami warning system. Today, after arriving in Crescent City, California, we discover that Crescent City is also known as Tsunami City USA. It got the name after having recorded 31 tsunami waves since 1933.
5 short hours after the 1964 earthquake in Alaska, a huge tsunami hit Crescent City in 4 waves. The first 3 resulted in minor flooding, giving most a chance to evacuate. The 4th wave hit shortly after killing 11, flattening 29 city blocks, and destroying over 290 homes & buildings.
Offshore from Crescent City, the Battery Point Lighthouse Keepers, Peggy & Roxey Coons, tells it : “The water withdrew as if someone had pulled the plug. It receded a distance of three-quarters of a mile from the shore. We were looking down, as though from a high mountain, into a black abyss. It was a mystic labyrinth of caves, canyons, basins, and pits, undreamed of in the wildest of fantasies. The basin was sucked dry. At Citizen’s Dock, the large lumber barge was sucked down to the ocean bottom. In the distance, a black wall of water was rapidly building up, evidenced by a flash of white as the edge of the boiling and seething seawater reflected the moonlight. The Coast Guard cutter and small crafts, that had been riding the waves a safe two- miles offshore, seemed to be riding high above the ‘wall’ of seawater. Then the mammoth wall of seawater came barreling towards us. It was a terrifying mass, stretching up from the ocean floor and looking much higher than the island. When the tsunami assaulted the shore, it was like a violent explosion. A thunderous roar mingled with all the confusion. Everywhere we looked, buildings, cars, lumber, and boats shifted around like crazy. The whole beachfront moved, changing before our very eyes.”