Patricks Point

Friday, October 26, 2007 - Yesterday I left Fort Bragg and drove about 3 and a half hours to Patricks Point (is it just me or shouldn't there be an apostrophe after Patrick?) - which is about 25 miles north of Eureka, about 50 miles south of the Oregon border. Beautiful campsite, several spots with an ocean view, but the majority within forest. The trees are gigantic here, and when I arrived there was quite a constant gust of wind; I didn't know whether or not this was typical, but it made for the loudest campsite I've been at as the tall trees were constantly rustling. Since campsites are no longer in "peak season", there are no attendants; you simply pick a spot and drop your money in a box using the honor-system. I found a beautiful spot but noticed after I set up my tent that the wind was batting it around like a ragdoll. I decided to look for a spot lower in elevation that had some wind protection, which I found one that was better, but my tent was still battling the wind a pretty great deal. This was maybe the coldest night I've had, and felt more like a survival test than anything else. It was still fun though. I woke up this morning and it was dead silent.. I guess that was yet another storm that was moving in.

Tonight I will stay in my same campsite, tomorrow I plan on driving to Crater Lake in Oregon, Sunday I plan on meeting up with my uncle V.V. and his girlfriend Ceci in Bend, then I will spend about a week with my cousins Greg, Jeff, Jeff's wife Kira, and their son Beck (who I have yet to meet) in Portland. Friday my cuz Bryan is coming in as well. A fun time WILL be had by all. Oh yes, it will.

My MacKerricher campsite	Highway 1
Farmland on highway 1	Fog rolling in behind me on highway 1
Windy campsite at Patricks Point	My driveway @ Patricks Point
My home @ Patricks Point