Salt Point State Park
The night before was gorgeous, I captured a lot of good images. The next morning started early, even for March. It was the raccoon’s fault, they got into our cooler, stole some food and tipped it over. We camped at Salt Creek State Park, and the food boxes were too small (and broken) to store the cooler. I figured that critters must not be a problem, I was wrong, which I found out from a rude awakening at 1:00am. Getting back into the pickup I stepped on the remote, the alarm was going off, and I had to dig through my pants to find it. Good thing we left camp before sunrise, to photograph the sunrise, I am sure our neighbors were not happy.
We drove down to the parking area at Gerstle Cove and I got out to see what images I could capture. I started out where I ended up last night, looking a little further north before coming back to the first spot. This first photo really shows the Taffoni effect, which is the holes in the sandstone. The moon was waning gibbous (about 50%) and is reflected in the pool.
On the edge of Gerstle Cove as the sun was coming up and the surf was rolling in.
It is a hard life trying to grow on the sandstone, not much nutrient value.
More unique sandstone formations to be found at Salt Point State Park
The sun was still low in the sky as I wandered back over to the pickup. Vicki had the stove out with the coffee pot on and a mug waiting for me, I love that woman. I enjoyed my cup of coffee and some breakfast before we headed south.
Traveling south on Highway 1 toward Point Reyes. The views were great, but according to my wife the winding road was not so good. We followed Highway 1 to Tomalas, then south to Point Reyes. We considered staying near Point Reyes that night, but several of the roads and lighthouse were closed and the camping options were limited.
Luffenholtz Beach, near Trinidad, CA
I decided we would drive to Petaluma, then north on Highway 101 to the Burlington Campground in the Redwoods to spend the night. However, when we got there the campground was full. Continuing North on 101 we arrived in Trinidad, CA before sunset. I had looked at Trinidad Beach on the way down, but tonight I decided to go to Luffenholtz Beach. I went down the long set of stairs to reach the beach, when I got to the beach there were only a few minutes before sunset. It had been cloudy and rainy all day, but the sun poked through the clouds at the last minute. In this image the sun was still partially blocked by the clouds, giving a colder feeling to the scene.
As the sun dropped lower in the sky, the colors started to warm up.
Just after the sun went down I capture this photograph. It was a good candidate for black and white as most of the color disappeared with the setting sun.
We spent the night at Patrick’s Point State Park north of Trinidad. Since it was dark when we got to the campground, the booth was not manned. Open campsites were a mystery as the list had not been updated since the day before. We drove into the campground, where we found an open camping spot. I pulled out the camp stove, cooler and cooking gear, so Vicki could get dinner started. That is when we found out the racoons got more than we thought, the main dinner course was missing. Driving back to the registration booth was more than a mile. A notice was posted on the registration booth promising a hefty fine, if you didn’t register before you occupied a camp spot. Government thinking I guess, they don’t clearly post what sites are open, and then declare “We will cite you if you select a camp spot before paying”.
At least there were showers, which I headed over to right after dinner. My headlamp quit about halfway down the trail to the showers. I stopped and waited for my eyes to adjust, then slowly made my way to the showers. It rained hard that night, and through the morning, so we slept in. For breakfast, we decided to eat out instead of cooking in the rain. We ate at the Seascape Restaurant on the dock in Trinidad, our grandson wanted pancakes, they made a bear shaped pancake with fruit and whip cream for him. That was neat, nice staff and good food.
Redwood Trail near Brookings, Oregon
On our way north on Highway 101 we stopped at The Redwood Trail, along the north bank of the Chetco River. A short way up the trail was a bridge where the trail crossed a creek. The sun was trying to shine through the clouds, between intermittent rain showers, lighting up the bridge.
This is the northern most of the redwood groves. It was a short hike among the firs, rhododendrons, ferns, salmon berries and a few redwood tress.
We got to Bandon in late afternoon, found a camping spot at Bullard’s Beach and drove back to town for dinner. I can definitely recommend Bandon Brewing and Pizzeria, good pies and good beer. I had Vicki drop me off at the south end of Bandon Beach, and she took our grandson to the local park. There was a line of clouds on the horizon didn’t look like much was going to happen, but the sun did come through the clouds in a few spots.
The sun went down and never really lit up the sky. The sky was full of clouds, the wind picked up speed and the mood projected this gray and dreary feeling. Face Rock and Howling Dog rock are silhouetted against the sky, in the image below. I walked to the north end of Bandon Beach, where Vicki was waiting to pick me up.
The next morning we drove to the Bandon Lighthouse to see if I could get any Photos. It was still a little dreary and cloudy, on the way back to Highway 101 we came across this sign.
I wasn’t sure if this was a suggestion or a warning. Then it hit me, or I hit it…a speed bump. I guess that is the life lesson, go too fast and you will hit a bump.