Vacation Monday
Mrs. Chili wants pictures? I deliver! Oh- and in honor of Cheesy, I took a picture of a salad somewhere (see Flickr link at the bottom). Now, to make Andy cry some more- We got a bit of a late start today and grabbed some lunch, but missed this guy:
Damn, why did it have to be a Monday? Cruel fate, how you tease me.
Then we headed south into California with high expectations after having talked to Scott From Oregon, and the further from the Oregon border we got, the more things sucked. This was right near the line. Kamph Memorial Park is nice.
It was foggy when we got there and that burned off by about noon or so, and then the sunburns started. This path lead to a little waterfall and some other riparian type features that were nice.
Then we went to see the Redwoods and that was nice to spend more time and walk some trails. It's an awesome forest. Gordo- no foolin', pictures of this place can't seem to do it justice. Like one of those Grand Canyon kind of things- you have to go to experience it.
There was this tree hugging hippie chick there too.
And Banana Slugs.
Then we went further south to Crescent City, California. What a friggin dump. Seriously. Run down, overgrown, dead, dirty and in places abandoned. There is this lighthouse attraction there and I don't know what percentage of tourists brave the slum to see it. The beach, by the way, had swastika's spray painted on the larger driftwood logs. This picture is generous to the scenery. Stay classy, Crescent City.
After getting our daily dose of hate symbolism, we said Fuck California, and allowed as how Scott from Oregon is either remembering things better than they are, or is on the crack. We got back into Oregon, and like a strange curse on the landscape ended. Grass grew again, the trees were not anemic and frail looking, people cleaned up after themselves- it's a stark contrast. Plus, I saw the fattest cat I ever saw. I had to zoom way in, but you can still ge the idea-
Other than three text messages and one phone call from work, that's about it. We came back to the hotel and had DQ dipped cones. Calories don't count on vacation, right? A dip in the pool and we're done for the day. Tomorrow we'll probably stay local and hit low tide about 10AM. As before, the pics (and others) are available in other sizes here at Flickr
Damn, why did it have to be a Monday? Cruel fate, how you tease me.
Then we headed south into California with high expectations after having talked to Scott From Oregon, and the further from the Oregon border we got, the more things sucked. This was right near the line. Kamph Memorial Park is nice.
It was foggy when we got there and that burned off by about noon or so, and then the sunburns started. This path lead to a little waterfall and some other riparian type features that were nice.
Then we went to see the Redwoods and that was nice to spend more time and walk some trails. It's an awesome forest. Gordo- no foolin', pictures of this place can't seem to do it justice. Like one of those Grand Canyon kind of things- you have to go to experience it.
There was this tree hugging hippie chick there too.
And Banana Slugs.
Then we went further south to Crescent City, California. What a friggin dump. Seriously. Run down, overgrown, dead, dirty and in places abandoned. There is this lighthouse attraction there and I don't know what percentage of tourists brave the slum to see it. The beach, by the way, had swastika's spray painted on the larger driftwood logs. This picture is generous to the scenery. Stay classy, Crescent City.
After getting our daily dose of hate symbolism, we said Fuck California, and allowed as how Scott from Oregon is either remembering things better than they are, or is on the crack. We got back into Oregon, and like a strange curse on the landscape ended. Grass grew again, the trees were not anemic and frail looking, people cleaned up after themselves- it's a stark contrast. Plus, I saw the fattest cat I ever saw. I had to zoom way in, but you can still ge the idea-
Other than three text messages and one phone call from work, that's about it. We came back to the hotel and had DQ dipped cones. Calories don't count on vacation, right? A dip in the pool and we're done for the day. Tomorrow we'll probably stay local and hit low tide about 10AM. As before, the pics (and others) are available in other sizes here at Flickr
Labels: Better than work, how do I get a job as a travel writer
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