The day started out normal enough. Katie went to scoop the kitty litter from the side bay of Roo and her little monster Tibbs snuck out. He of course then dashed through a fence just out of arms reach. I grabbed a little folding latter from the storage bay and set it down next to the fence so I could jump it. What's this? A folded up $5 bill? Sweet. First time on the trip I've gotten lucky at the casino. I snatched fuzzball from the field and off we went towards our next stop.
An hour into the trip and I'm starting to stress out. You see, there was a sign when we first turned onto highway that said "Trucks and trailers longer than 30ft from kingpin to rear axle not advised". For those of you who aren't truck drivers it means this; not motorhome friendly. I'm able to find a spot to pull over and chill out for a second. There I meet a donkey.
The steam donkey above was built in 1903 and used up until the 30's. It's basically a portable power station for pulling logs off the mountain. Fire up the boiler and attach a belt to the piston driven wheel for whatever you want it to run. Some poor bastard was in charge of keeping the boiler full of steam without letting it turn into a shrapnel bomb. Back into roo and another hour down the road and we hit the coast again. It finally has cooled off and we can start looking for a place to call home for the night.
The dense fog off the ocean is hiding the town from view. Among other things Fort Bragg is home to Glass Beach. After years of dumping trash into the ocean the ocean had enough. It took all those busted bottles and turned them into smooth sea glass. Decades of tumbling and turning results in these spectacular little pebbles that cover the shoreline.
White, green, and brown are the typical colors of old glass.
Glass Beach is part of a state park. With that comes rules. You are not supposed to remove any of the glass from the beach. No more glass = no more tourists. Unfortunately nobody was paying attention to the rules, and nobody was there to enforce it. We saw half a dozen people out picking glass and filling their pockets. On one point of the beach there were three adults filling plastic bags with whatever they could find. Glass Beach currently averages about 1,200 tourist a day. Do the math on people taking some home and this is will quickly change their sign to "_____ Beach".
Now it's time to look for home. Katie pops open google maps and starts scrolling up and down the highway looking for places to park. This is where technology really pays off. We can see a spot in satellite view, then go to street view to read the signs. That search yielded a gravel pull off 10 miles up the road that apparently allows us to park overnight.
Yeah, this will do just fine.
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