In Eureka I’m searching for a restaurant for breakfast I ate at about ten years ago. Not remembering the name proved a problem and I ended up being directed to the wrong place, and then directed by the hostess there to another wrong restaurant. I eat anyway at the second place, which is on the marina and serves nice hearty food and a constantly full cup of coffee. After breakfast I walk on the beach for an hour or so along the Samoa sand dunes. The ocean is much softer looking than the Pacific off Hwy 1. The waves here move slowly to shore in overlapping sheets.
Eureka’s Victorian houses are either painstakingly kept and somewhat daunting, or are left to crumble from neglect. Unlike the homes in Ferndale, these houses seem to be more for display than living - probably because many of them are turned into businesses.
In Trinidad I find a surprisingly beautiful harbor in a dark sand beach cove to the left and a longer lighter sand beach to the right. Both have interesting huge rock formations plunked somewhat randomly in the water. Right in between those two beaches is a dock. And by that dock is the restaurant I was trying to find for breakfast that I ate at ten years ago. By then, of course, it was too late and I ate my leftover breakfast for lunch on a bench by the ocean. I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t get to eat there, by then I was just really glad to have found it.
After these coastal towns the 101 comes back into contact with Redwoods. Compared with the Avenue of the Giants I prefer these further north parks better. It’s probably got everything to do with the amount of tourists, because the trees did seem bigger further south.