The Lost Coast is a stretch of northern California coastline that remains almost untouched. There’s no direct highway access and the roads to it are pitted and rutted, narrow and winding. We took the ride out one foggy day in early May.
When we stopped to take these pics I stepped in a fresh cow pie. There aren’t any fences and the cows wander in the road. I managed to get the mess on my hand too when I checked my shoe. Ahhh… Yummy! The only thing we had to clean with was Windex which turned out to be a pretty good hand and shoe cleaner.
Heading back we saw these wild roses. There are hundreds of bushes dotting the hills.
Farms and little hamlets seem like something out of a Tolkien book.
We started the day in Ferndale, a small restored Victorian town outside of Eureka, California.
The end of the drive was through Redwoods State Park at the entrance of Avenue of the Giants.
This redwood tree fell across the creek many years ago.
How fortunate for California that The Lost Coast was difficult to get to so its been preserved. Just another piece of the wild, wonderful North Coast.