Thursday, July 06, 2006

Crescent City and Really Big Things

We left Brookings after going to Les Schwab to have the tire pressure checked on the Musemobile, filling the Musemobile and mini-musemobile with Oregon gasoline at Fred Meyer (30 cents cheaper than California prices) and a cup of coffee at Dutch Brothers.

Down the road in Crescent City, California. Crescent City is very aware of the dangers of being a sea side community because of the Tsunami that hit March 28, 1964.
"On Good Friday, March 27, 1964, a great earthquake of magnitude 9.2 struck Prince William Sound and Turnagain Heights Lanslide, Alaska, 64 caused severe damage in the form of landslides and liquefaction and Tunami activity (giant waves) from Alaska through Oregon to California claiming a total of 115 lives over the next 24 hours.

The December 26 tsunami had special resonance for residents of Crescent City, California. Their waterfront town of about 7,500 was devastated when a tsunami swept in from the Pacific Ocean early on March 28, 1964. The business district was leveled, and 11 people were killed in Crescent City alone."
The low lying bayfront of Crescent can be seen in this picture looking south from the Post Office (Matthew had to mail something) into the bay and down the coast.

At a higher elevation further south we stopped for a picture and brief respite. The sea stacks never cease to amaze me.

Especially cool is this view through the trees to the top of one of these Pacific protrusions.

Then there is the Redwood Forest and the ultra tourist spot. "Trees of Mystery" in Klamath, California. Complete with .......

A really cool Museum and Fudge store and ........

Paul Bunyon and Babe the Blue Ox. Yes, everything in the redwoods is huge as the little boy in this picture pointed out to his mom.

What a great vehicle from Washington state. It's a super-mini-musemolbile that I'm pretty sure gets better gas mileage than the Winnebago.

and it wins hands down on brightness, but for comfort not even close.

No Scrabble until further notice.

Quote of the day ~
Once in a while Babe would run away and be gone all day roaming all over the Northwestern country. His tracks were so far apart that it was impossible to follow him and so deep that a man falling into one could only be hauled out with difficulty and a long rope. Once a settler and his wife and baby fell into one of these tracks and the son got out when he was fifty-seven years old and reported the accident. ~ American Folklore

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