An interesting daytrip and a little mystery

I was over to Jack’s site in a private RV park by 9:00 this morning so we could go on a daytrip to visit the Redwoods.  He, and other commenters, had suggested Jedediah Smith State Park as the place to take the grandkids when they visit.  So that’s where we headed.  Of course Jack wanted to take some back roads to get there.  Uf-dah!  It was a slow, lumpy, bumpy ride through the fog as we headed over the mountain pass.

After stopping at the visitors center, we made our way to a trail along Walker Road.  I just can’t get over how big these trees are.  It was a nice walk in the woods amongst these giants.  And how nice to have someone else along so I can have some pictures of myself for a change.

As you can tell, I really liked this pic.  How can you not love something that could be a thousand years old?  When I’m walking in the redwoods, I feel like a puny pipsqueak.  They do give a person a perspective of their importance in this world.

Jack’s not much of a tree hugger though, and I think he actually looks a little tormented here.    We continued down the skinny bumpy road, missed a turn to the left, but finally found a place to turn around by the Smith River.  Jack has a big dually truck and needs a bit of room to turn it around.  I was sure glad I wasn’t driving.  If I can change my work schedule so I’ll be free to pick up Robyn and the girls, I think I’d like to take them here on our way back from the airport in Medford.

After grabbing lunch in Crescent City, we headed further south to Prairie Creek State Park since Jack had never been there before.  I posted about my trip there last month.  There are plenty of big redwoods to see, and also the possibility of seeing some Roosevelt elk.

Since it was early afternoon when we got there I told Jack it was a fat chance we’d actually see any elk.  Surprise!  I spotted three bucks coming out of the woods to feed in the talk grass meadow.  Yahoo!  They were real beauties.  We then drove the scenic byway through the park heading north and back home.

I had a bit of a surprise when I got back to Harris Beach SP.  Last Wednesday, a new volunteer host, Lesa, had arrived in the site next to me and set up her trailer with all kinds of fixings.  She had a table with three chairs outside, a couple of birdhouses, and several big pots of flowers.  I figured she’d be volunteering here for quite some time.  I have to admit that she seemed a little unusual to talk to when I went over to introduce myself as the bird host, but hey, we’re all different folks out here.

Well, when I got back today, the site was empty.  Apparently Lesa had packed up lock, stock, and barrel and left.  Now that’s a bit of a mystery.  Just makes me wonder what happened.

Jack and I are off on another day trip tomorrow.  This time we’ll head north along US 101.  New territory for Jack.  I’m hoping we make it to Port Orford to have lunch at the Crazy Norwegian’s that I’ve heard about there.  There’s also Humbug Mountain State Park.

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy