We just got back from out third trip to the Lost Coast. Magical as ever. It is so nice to get so far away from the world and just relax. And it was fun to see the delight Mathide experienced on her first American road trip.
On Thanksgiving we left around 1:00 (we waited for the roads to thaw) and we made it all the way to Rosburg where we spent the night. Eating on the way proved problematic as most places were closed. The open places were mostly fast food establishments and really, who wants a McThanksgiving. We finally decided that hotels must be open and the motel restaurants might be as well. We had a fine meal at a Red Lion where the special was a turkey plate, imagine that!
Bright and early the next morning it was off to the coast. We stopped along the way to take some pictures with Paul Bunyon and Babe the Blue Ox.
We cruised into Eureka and had a nice lunch at my favorite brew pub.
We chilled in the shack, had wonderful conversations with Joe, Karen and their neighbor Alex. The real big news in town was that of a hippie baker and her husband who had recently arrived in Petrolia. We had pies, scones and baked goods galore all weekend and listened as the locals debated about just what it would take to keep these people in town.
We spent time communing with nature down on the beach.
And too soon it was time to say goodbye to our new friends from the country and leave for home. 
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