Eric and I went up north for a 4-day Valentine's celebration. Well, we don't celebrate Valentine's Day itself, it was more of a celebration of our first date 20 years ago
Our first stop was the Samoa Cookhouse for breakfast...
This place used to be the cookhouse for a huge lumbermill in the company-owned town of Samoa near Eureka. They'd feed all the workiers at once, then send them back to work. It still looks pretty much the same as it did back in the day...
You get whatever they're serving on that day, and they'll keep bringing you more of whatever you want. Today it was sausage and eggs, biscuits and gravy, killer potatoes, toasted homemade bread, a pitcher of orange juice and a pot of coffee...
Next stop was the hotel in Arcata. Well, whaddaya know...there was a huge bathtub in the room...
I figured this was as good a place as any to try and catch a glimpse of the elusive Bigfoot...
Well, we didn't see him on the road, and we didn't see him on the Klamath River, either...
This road was a lot of fun, but still no Bigfoot...
No Bigfoot sightings on the Klamath, so we moved on to the Salmon River...
Pulled over to check out the view...
And saw this uncomfortable hunk of metal...
I wonder what the story was? Did someone jam themselves under a guardrail here and leave it as an offering to the moto-gods after he was done with it?
No more guardrails here, only wet funky pavement with gravel and stuff in the road. Solid rock on one side and a "sure death" drop down to the river on the other...whee!!
More to come...
WoodsChick

Our first stop was the Samoa Cookhouse for breakfast...

This place used to be the cookhouse for a huge lumbermill in the company-owned town of Samoa near Eureka. They'd feed all the workiers at once, then send them back to work. It still looks pretty much the same as it did back in the day...

You get whatever they're serving on that day, and they'll keep bringing you more of whatever you want. Today it was sausage and eggs, biscuits and gravy, killer potatoes, toasted homemade bread, a pitcher of orange juice and a pot of coffee...


Next stop was the hotel in Arcata. Well, whaddaya know...there was a huge bathtub in the room...

I figured this was as good a place as any to try and catch a glimpse of the elusive Bigfoot...

Well, we didn't see him on the road, and we didn't see him on the Klamath River, either...


This road was a lot of fun, but still no Bigfoot...

No Bigfoot sightings on the Klamath, so we moved on to the Salmon River...

Pulled over to check out the view...

And saw this uncomfortable hunk of metal...


I wonder what the story was? Did someone jam themselves under a guardrail here and leave it as an offering to the moto-gods after he was done with it?
No more guardrails here, only wet funky pavement with gravel and stuff in the road. Solid rock on one side and a "sure death" drop down to the river on the other...whee!!




More to come...
WoodsChick