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Maybe it was the weather. Sunny and fair, walking around Fort Bragg on Friday, what a happy circumstance.  Then a most perfect house caught my eye. There was just something…perfect about it.  Perhaps the manicured bushes and lawn.Or the perfect stained glass windows. I snapped a picture and the sign revealed it as The Guest House Museum.

 I couldn’t put my finger on it, but inside it was as comfortable as an old shoe. The 1892 Victorian was built for C.R.Johnson of the Union Lumber Company. A well crafted beauty built of 67,000 board feet of old growth redwood and Douglas fir. One room is devoted to a history of the family and the lumbering business. From old timers like these:To a modern Paul Bunyan.

Kind-to-the-feet hardwood floors, carved moldings, high ceilings, some antique furnishings and rugs. No matter your rank and wealth, nothing  wasted. Rag rugs made from saved fabric pieces; old clothes torn in lengths. Rugs on the floor hand braided or made on a solid redwood, 100 year-old loom.  Rag rugs are made the same way today on a factory scale.

This house was comfortable, I think, because of great windows,  rooms flooded with light and rich, warm wood. Well worth a visit if you go, for a small donation. Staffed by volunteers.

Most of the morning we spent at Noyo Harbor, a fetching place to take pictures on a gorgeous day.

A gull kind of posed for me.

Most of the fishing boats were out for the day leaving us an uncrowded view of those left.

Boat owners like clever, catchy names.

It is a working dock with more pleasure boating and fishing excursions than in former days.

A row of unused big ship tie-downs bring to mind the port did a big  freight business in the past.

A derelict; somebody’s dream just waiting.

We walked to the jetty and the inlet where part of the movie, The Russians Are Coming was filmed. Jim likes to follow movie locations and then re-watch the movie. I’m not much of a  fan.

I  came to this area in the late 1950’s as a competitive skin diver. I remember swimming through a forest of this  type of kelp. It  grows on long “tree trunks”  rooted 25 to 30 feet down to the bottom and blooming at the top.  Big, thick,  red colored abalone were plentiful in these waters;  a wolf eel  in every hole in the rocks.  Abalone shells that come up now are practically flat.  The red abs have been over fished and signs at the beach give warning about their endangered status.

Piles of kelp lay rotting on the sand. Happily, scientists are finding use for it as a biofuel. Chances are they’ll decimate the kelp and then find out what purpose it really served as a form of beach garbage.

We poked around town; nice shops and services; restaurants; an independent book store. I happened on this beautiful sculpture  in a charming square. Whale watching during migration is a popular activity out of Noyo Harbor.

The old water tender stands among the weeds, but the popular Skunk Train makes use of practically abandoned train tracks. A huge nearby mural engaged my interest because the people in it were obviously painted from real people.

You can click on these photos to enlarge them. Before the day ended, we walked out on the famous Glass Beach. I say famous because I think every 5th grade science class from California schools visits Glass beach. Someday, I expect all the glass will be gone. The glass is from years of throwing garbage in the ocean. The glass bottles would wash up and break against the rocks and become beautifully smoothed and polished by the waves and rocks.

The river meets the ocean at this spot;  glass chips small, but plentiful glimmered in the sun. A fun day. I took 70 photos if you’d like to see more of them:

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Fort Bragg, California

Yesterday Mary and I wandered around Fort Bragg, California. Among the places we visited were Noyo Harbor, the Triangle Tattoo Studio and Museum, the Guest House Museum and Glass Beach. Here are some of the photos that I took. I urge you to click on the photos to see the enlarged view.

First Noyo Harbor…

Then the Triangle Tattoo Studio and Museum. Madame Chinchilla is the owner and has been doing tattoos for 25 years…

Then to the Guest House Museum where I took photos of old photos…

From a glass retail shop…

Finally on to Glass Beach…

To see the other 30 photos that I took…click this link…

Fort Bragg is in Mendocino County. Because of its scenic beauty many movies and TV shows have been filmed in the area. One of my favorite comedies…The Russians Are Coming…The Russians Are Coming…was mostly filmed here in this area. If you have seen the movie…Noyo Harbor is where the harbor scenes were shot. The film makers were so proficient that I really didn’t recognize the harbor as shown in the movie. Now that I’ve been here…I think I’ll re-watch the movie again soon. But only after tomorrow…that’s because we will be visiting the town of Mendocino tomorrow where much of the movies was filmed.

All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2011
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It feels good to know the injured cyclists are healing and will soon be reunited with their families. Essya’s positive joy of her ride before the accident reminds me to be thankful for the  beauty we saw and the poetry of the road. The names sing to me as we pass by them,  Humbug Mountain, Brash Creek, Pigeon Pt. Rd., Niska Beech, Jerrys Flat Rd. Tom Cat Hill, Rd. Boomer Bend, Sunken Grade, Cape Sebastion, Pistol River, Hawks Rest Ranch, Byrdies Lane, Arch Rock Place, Burnt Hill Beach.

Foaming, gloaming, sighing, splashing sea upon the rocks.

Gentle, relentless waves; receding foam painting patterns on the sand.

IndianSands,  Whaleshead Beach, Sundown Dr., Breakaway Rd., Shigh Creek, Harris Beech Heights Rd., Sand Mine Rd., Yurok Indian Reservation, Minot Creek.

House Rock, Eggers Rd., Rainbow Rock, Deer Park Dr., Cape Ferrelo, Lone Ranch Creek, Tuola Dunes,  China Creek, Spruce Creek and the highest bridge in Oregon, Thomas Bridge. Wikipedia has some information about it.  I would like to have been able to stop and look over the edge for a thrill.

We took alternative 101 to follow the avenue of the giants.

Immortal giants thousands of years old.

Since I’m a tree hugger, cutting them seems sinful.

They are so dense that the earth seems quiet and at peace when you stand under them.

It is best to take this 32 mile avenue in a car. Pull outs are narrow and  parking for a motor home is limited.

The Avenue Of The Giants  is part of Humboldt Redwoods State Park. It contains 100 miles of hiking, biking and riding trails and several camp grounds.

They are the tallest trees in the world-redwood sempervirons.

One reason they live so long is they are resistant to fire and most wood eating insects.

A view up inside the burned out hollow of this still living tree.

Then, back to the ocean and Fort Bragg for the night.

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