Remember that old Chuck Berry song? No Particular Place to Go?
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go.
I love that feeling… “no particular place to go” (well, the “curiosity runnin’ wild” part, too). That is our current “plan”… go when we want to go, stay as long (or short) as we want to stay, let the weather or events or whim set our course. It is quite a change from the summer vacation agenda, when the surge of vacationing families dictates planning and reservations. As vacations wind down post-Labor Day, only the most popular campgrounds require weekend reservations and weekdays are wide open just about everywhere. So relaxing!
For our hike today, we DID have a particular place to go: Patrick’s Point State Park, 25 miles north of Eureka, the hike to be followed by lunch at Seascape Restaurant in Trinidad. With memories of a lovely, sunny day in Trinidad in July of 2006 dancing in our heads, off we went.
Highway 101 followed the ”fog line” today – fog to the west, sunshine to the east, with foggy fingers wafting back and forth overhead. When we arrived at Patrick’s Point, the fog backed out to sea ever so slightly, so we hiked in cool sunshine with spectacular ocean views – a contrast to the same hike in July of 2006! We even managed to work up a sweat… and an appetite.
We hopped into the car and headed south to Trinidad, following friends’ recommendations to visit Seascape Restaurant at the Trinidad pier. Here, it was the opposite story.
Today the town and harbor were completely shrouded in mist, dampened, subdued. I’m glad we had seen the view in sunshine (and have lots of photos!), but fog has it’s own special ambience – especially since one week ago we couldn’t stop grumbling about the HEAT we were experiencing in Napa!
The Seascape is a funky little diner/cafe at the end of the road at the Trinidad pier. Two or three overworked waitresses served lunch cheerfully, and the food was good – though I ordered the wrong thing, a grilled cream cheese and smoked salmon (local salmon) sandwich that was way, way too rich for me (until I scraped out half of the cream cheese filling). Overly salty clam chowder, excellent cole slaw, good fries, and Odel enjoyed his open-faced sole sandwich. We sat near a window, with views of the action on the pier, the seabirds soaring, and a little harbor seal bobbing and diving. We left feeling contented, and cruised on home.