October 31, 2015
Welcome to California! or not…
The first thing we encountered was a “road block” – a mandatory pass through from The Department of Agriculture. The inspectors wanted to know if we had any wood/lumber, fresh produce, or plants. Mind you, we were coming from Oregon, not a third-world country. Oddly, when we said “no”, the inspector looked back at the trailer, with a look that conveyed a note of disbelef – like – no fruit in that trailer, right… no matter what she thought – or I think she thought – we were waved through.
I didn’t plan very well for our first night. We wound up driving around …and around… searching, in the ever darkening sky. We found one place that seemed promising – Patrick’s Point State Park. Once inside, it was shrouded in mist, and completely dark, so dark we couldn’t see anything, save for what was directly in our headlights. It became impossible. Finally we saw a tad of natural light which turned out to be a picnic area overlooking the sea. Clearly this section of the park was closed…we were alone for miles. No sooner had we stopped, than a young, thin woman with flowing hair, emerged from the mist, passed by our car, and walked back into the mist.
Who the heck was she? Where did she come from? Where was she going? She never turned her head to look at us. Too eerie for me. At this point, all I wanted to do was get out of this park, and get on the road. Which we did. A few miles further on, we stumbled upon Emerald Forest RV Park. It was now about 9pm, and the office was still open. That alone was weird because park offices usually close by early evening, before dark. Whatever. We found our assigned spot. Tim was well-armed with a giant flashlight. He managed to hook us up with power and water very quickly. Once inside, we locked the door, had a quick bite, and got into bed. Need I tell you that all night, I had dreams of people coming out of the misty woods, trying to break into the trailer door and windows, and…eat us. Yep – eat us! I think I should stop watching “The Walking Dead”, don’t you?
It was a bad night.
The next day found us in Eureka, where we had to do a few chores. We didn’t want the day to be a total bust, so we checked out attractions in Eureka, and found this.
This fabulous Victorian creation, the Carson Mansion, was built by a redwood baron in 1885 for the sum of $80,000. The Ingomar Club purchased it for $35,000 in 1950 . Another oddity! I looked up the Ingomar Club to find out what it was all about. Still don’t know. But what I do know is that it is a private, for men only club, dedicated to preserving the mansion, and providing fine dining experiences for its members. Well la-ti-da! Can you imagine that such a thing exists in 2015? Well, it does. I’d like to know just what goes on in there. Is it where they create “Stepford (Eureka) Wives”? Do they have dungeons and chains in the basement? Just what (who) are they eating? Again, I just don’t know.