Super high speed and efficient break of camp myself. B only just stirring as I cranked out on the small road to Trinidad, 5.3 miles south.
Signs were good for a more classy village than say Orick or Elma; no busted and abandoned mobiles, mad dogs, etc.
And it turned out to be so.
Took a chance and descended to the pier and the excellent Seascape cafe, to wait the arrival B, in some style although since it was at least an hour I should have ordered a muffin with my coffee.
Very nice sourdough short stack with the poached egg browns etc.
Put the pedal down at 10:30 - 11:00 to rise from the pier to the secondary road along the cliff and a touch the 101 and spent at least an hour on a paved trail called Hammond all the way to Arcata and a laundromat and deli adjacent to Humboldt State University.
Couple hours later push out of the Hammond onto 101 and lots of fresh asphalt into Eureka. Lunch on the park lawn across from the marina on Samoa Island.
Chatted for a while with a guy on a recumbent who knew Brian McKenna from Langley in the mid 70's.
Off the 101 into Loleta and on to Tompkins Hill Road, over the Eel on a long crazy bridge, across miles of flat farmland and finally onto the Humboldt state fairgrounds camping area. Paid the cat ladies in charge the $5 fee and buzzed into Victorian Fermdale for groceries and beers at the old inn and the Ivanhoe across the street.
Near dark on return to fairgrounds.
Don of Reno already in his tent next to his monster Suzuki moto which he plans to ride south on the continental divide trail.
Shower & slumber.
Blue Moon pint at old watering hole - Ferndale Inn
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