We decide on another long day to get us to Eureka for a rest day, so we’re on the road by 8:30. Diane is up at 6:00 to look for Elk, but again there aren’t any around.
On the way out, though, we do see one, peeking out from the tall grass. Only one though, and no antlers (apparently they shed them in spring). No picture as it was far away. Anyway, the rest of the day consists largely of us riding down US 101 South. It’s mostly a tedious, hilly ride, interspersed with moments of terror caused by logging trucks. There are some pretty bits, though. Diane says this is a good photo, so she must have taken it.
This is Trinidad, a small town not far from Eureka.
And then, we’re detoured off the 101 because they’re renewing the Mad River bridge. This bit of the ride is quite like Britain, with knackered roads following field boundaries and the roads coated with cow muck.
Back on the 101, we continue to ride towards the KOA campground outside Eureka. 101 is a freeway at this point, kind of like a large dual carriageway in Britain, with a lot of traffic. Perversely, freeways are busier but safer than normal roads, as they have a massive shoulder for us to ride on. The KOA looks unpromising, as it’s very close to 101 and a lumber yard.
Eureka in the background.
It rains most of the evening, and Diane does some cooking.
Actually, we both sleep brilliantly, despite the traffic noise.
Here’s a random photo of a logging truck, taken from a safe distance, as I keep referring to them. They really haul ass, and often pass within feet of us at fifty-plus miles an hour. Sometimes, they honk at us as well, perhaps to point out our impending doom, or through sheer exuberance at their power and speed.
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