Lost Coast, found treasure
waves crash, sea lions grunt, cobbles roll
forest, sand, surf meet
This time last week, I was hiking the Lost Coast trail, a 24.6 mile stretch of seaside and beach trail in the King Range National Conservation Area, which is managed by the BLM Arcata Field Office. Whenever anyone would ask how it was, my synopsis was this: “It is unreal how beautiful the Lost Coast is.” Not the most elegant phrasing, but the honest truth. Enjoy the pictures my friends, and if you like to backpack, put this trail on your bucket list.
Alas, adventuring makes for good blogs, but for poor blogging habits!
For the Fourth of July weekend, a big group of friends and friends-to-be came together at a group campsite in the Mendocino National Forest.
There was a forest…
and fires, though thankfully not together.
In the photo above, we are attempting to start a bow fire, which is not a fire started with a bow and flaming arrow, as I had thought. That would be far too dangerous as California is a tinderbox. No, it was a more advanced version of rubbing sticks together. We did get them quite hot, but alas, no flames. Next time.
There was a lake in the forest.
I greatly enjoyed swimming with my pool noodle; my $4 floaty both solved my inability to float unsupported and my dislike of weedy lake bottoms (because now I floated well above the vegetation). On the far shore of the lake there was a rope swing, which is where the “flying feats” occurred.
Overall, it was a great weekend with friends, and I was sad to part ways.
Then, as if my car heard my wish and decided to take matters into its own hands(tires) by delaying our departure, my tire picked up this epic rock*:
But like the haiku said: “fun forfends flat funk” or, in other words, “flat won’t foil this fun!”
With the help of the friendly Forest Service employees, we had the spare on in no time. We like to think they saw the American flag on my radio antenna and knew immediately they were needed.
Oh, and an In-N-Out burger on the way home is also a flat-funk-fixer-upper! Yum, yum, yum!
*I kept the rock after it was removed from my tire, and it is far less epic than this picture implies. Seeing it here, you would imagine no less than a prehistoric spear tip, but it is quite dull. On the plus side, I have new tires, and I am ready for more adventures!
Equator egg trick
Balanced upon a nail head –
This post is for one person in particular because it is photographic evidence that I did in fact balance an egg on a nail head at Mitad del Mundo in Ecuador. If you still do not believe me, I have a witness.
I no longer remember the circumstances of the conversation that prompted me to brag about my egg-balancing skills (it came up once or twice while I was living in Redding), but I did remember to find the photo when I visited my parents a few weeks ago. Now I am proud to share this with the world.