Pampas Grass lining the roadway at Big Lagoon, in the Humboldt Lagoons State Park.
Yesterday a photographer friend and I traveled south looking for fun photo ops in what is an undeniably photogenic region of the world. Our route traced the coast, redwoods, elk habitat, wetlands, and two wonderful cities filled with relics of their Victorian era origins. Unfortunately -- most of the meandering trip was thick with fog. Fortunately, most of that burned off by the time we reached Arcata and Eureka.
This is a section of Highway 101 that I've driven many times -- including two trips within the last month -- but have never stopped to explore. I'm always en route further south, or have other time constrictions. This trip was all about exploration -- and photo ops, which means we traveled every side road and stopped often. It was wonderful! Twelve hours of travel, and we didn't even stop at any of the redwood groves. I'll save those for another trip.
This is also the Big Lagoon. We stopped beyond the causeway (no stopping on it) and walked back for quite a distance in search of that perfect photo. I was intrigued with this moody, misty vista and frustrated with my inability to capture exactly what I saw in it.
This fellow, and many of his relatives, was in the wetlands that lined the other side of the highway. Hard to photograph with my camera!
As part of our exploration, we opted to see what lay in the small town of Trinidad. As we pulled off the highway we were met with this wonderful scene of backlit fog in the forest.
This wonderful old Ford sat on a sidewalk nearby. Don't you love those old curves?
From Arcata we continued south to our ultimate destination for the day, Eureka. A wrong turn fortuitously took us to the marina, home of a very large fishing fleet. Among the many jewels here was this huge bronze statue dedicated to the local fishermen.
From here we wandered into Old Town Eureka, which is lively and filled with restaurants and shops and includes a boardwalk, although we didn't stop to walk around. A few errands later, we once more headed north, more or less sated photographically for the time being.