September 26 we get an early start. Edson Creek has been a good campground for us, but it’s good to be on the road again. We gain Highway 101, and as I point the van’s nose south it occurs to me that Freedom, while still a good name and good description for what this vehicle has meant to me, it doesn’t quite fit any longer. We’ve been on the road for over a year now, and that is definitely freedom. We’ve seen so much and I feel so blessed to have had this opportunity, these adventures. Adventures . . . Some were misadventures, but thankfully not many.
I have it! MissAdventure. I ponder this as we head south, and the more I think about it, the more I like it; it just seems to cover it all. I mentally christen the green machine with her new name, and I am pleased with this small change. Driving is conducive to deep thoughts. LOL.
I see a sign for Arizona Beach and am intrigued. It’s a small site with black sand. I park MissAdventure and the boys and I explore.
Our curiosity satisfied, we head out, spotting these quail on the way back to Hwy 101.
Onward toward Gold Beach and Brookings. The farther south we go the less sunshine there is. We head into fog.
At Samuel Boardman State Park the fog hangs over the ocean like a blanket. I really want to see Arch Rock and we take the loop trail down and back up to the parking lot several times in anticipation of the fog lifting. We sit on the bench seat of the picnic table and people watch. An hour passes, then another half hour.
The cottony gray mist lifts for a bit, then settles back down. It doesn’t appear to want to leave, but I do. I have a mission to get back to Cali and I don’t want to sit here any longer waiting. We take our last walk down to the section of the park where Arch Rock stands in eternal immobility, its feet planted in the swirling sea. I snap a few photos through the mist. I have seen many places along 101 that I would like to visit but didn’t this trip, and I know we will come this way again. Perhaps then it will be a fog-free photo opportunity.
We make it as far as Crescent City where I re-supply at WalMart, and we spend the night. It’s one of the dirtiest places we’ve been, but I am thankful to have a place to park. Sleep is decent and it was fairly quiet.
Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna