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From Crescent City...
...we continued down the Northern coast of California on "the" 101.
Our plan was to see big trees and then head to wine country, but since we had been on the road for a couple weeks, we also needed to do some laundry. We passed through Redwood National Park...
...and back to the ocean...
...back to redwood trees...
We saw some interesting artifacts from foreign countries...
...and (possibly) other worlds...
We didn't know what to make of these:
Tsunamis, really? When has that ever happened? Not so very long ago, turns out. The Good Friday, 1964 Alaska earthquake triggered a series of waves (four?) that
repeatedly washed through Crescent City. Quoting from the article, that quotes from their book, Peggy Coons and her husband Roxey wrote--
"The water withdrew as if someone had pulled the plug. It receded a distance of three-quarters of a mile from the shore. We were looking down, as though from a high mountain, into a black abyss. It was a mystic labyrinth of caves, canyons, basins, and pits, undreamed of in the wildest of fantasies.
"The basin was sucked dry. At Citizen's Dock, the large lumber barge was sucked down to the ocean bottom. In the distance, a black wall of water was rapidly building up, evidenced by a flash of white as the edge of the boiling and seething seawater reflected the moonlight. The Coast Guard cutter and small crafts, that had been riding the waves a safe two- miles offshore, seemed to be riding high above the 'wall' of seawater.
"Then the mammoth wall of water came barreling towards us. It was a terrifying mass, stretching up from the ocean floor and looking much higher than the island. Roxey shouted, 'Let's head for the tower!'-but it was too late. 'Look out!' he yelled and we both ducked as the water struck, split and swirled over both sides of the island. It struck with such force and speed that we felt like we were being carried along with the ocean. It took several minutes before we realized that the island hadn't moved.
(I have a feeling those signs are exactly equal with "spit in the ocean"...)
I'm not sure where, exactly, we saw these guys tracking all over somebody's property right next to the road...
We came to a sign that said, "Redway," and it was lunchtime, and I was ants-ey about the laundry, so we went there to check out the town. Seeing a sign that said, "Shelter Cove," a light went off in my head-- The Fisherman!
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