We finally made it to the coast. While coming through the last part of the woods, you could tell we were close. The amount of moisture in the air was unreal, but we LOVED IT! While driving along the coast the road was lined with eucalyptus trees. It was hard to see the beach because of them, but they were beautiful.
We all headed up to our rooms. I'm not going to say they were horrible, but you could tell it was an old building. It smelled old, and had old wall paper and stuff. It looked like they had tried to update a few things here and there, but not enough to make a difference. Zach said it looked like a 1970's murder scene. (The type of hotel room they would use in a 1970's murder scene). Just look at the carpet in the picture above.
We decided to stick close to town for dinner and our nightly entertainment. We left our hotel on foot. They had a band playing down this one alley way. Pretty good. We had no idea where to eat. Grandma decided to talk to a family that had just come out of one of the restaurants we were contemplating on going to. (This is something I would never do.) Anyway, they said it was good, and the environment was relaxed. So we headed in. The restaurant was Rays.
I'm not going to say dinner was Awful, because it wasn't. Dinner itself was really good. Customer service was terrible. Who has a large pizza on their menu, then charges and extra $5 to split it among more than one person? STUPID! Then they ran out of large dough, and made us 2 small pizza's instead, and still charged us the split fee. STUPID! Not to mention, we waited forever for our food, and again my kids were served last. Why do the screaming kids get fed last ALWAYS? Especially when we all know they are all irritable because they are hungry.
Ugh. The food was good, that's it. Enough Said.
We went out along the pier and the little shops in town the rest of the night. The pier was beautiful. We got a few pictures of all of us enjoying the evening.
As we came back toward town away from the pier, we came upon some type of worry free protest. This sign cracks me up. Zach got a kick out of it too.
Little did they know they had a cop standing in the middle of their protest. HA HA HA
We came to realize this town really is just a bunch of free love hippies, that love their coffee. Zach thought his brother Cory would fit right in. Minus the dreadlocks!
We came across this mother that was selling her hand made hippie clothing and stuff. She was short, overweight, had no makeup on and had thick dreadlocks to the middle of her back. Now I am not one to judge, there are a lot of days I don't wear makeup. What was funny was she was loudly yelling at her son to stop whining about how he had no money, and his sister had made some money by selling things she "made". When I came into view of the 2 kids they too were short, overweight, wearing their free loading hippie clothes and the daughter, no older than Lyndee had thick dreadlocks. I really couldn't believe she had dreadlocks. Zach and I were both taken back. I bet that woman had not idea the impression she made on us that night, especially when she never had eye contact with us at all. We definitely live a different life than some.
Shortly after this, we found a treat shoppe. YES! We love treats. In we went. We all came out with something yummy drenched in chocolate. I think Curt was in chocolate heaven. He was trying one of everything, and even bought me this yummy salted caramel brownie covered in dark chocolate. It was SO DELICIOUS!!!!! Mmmmm. We found this little sign on the counter at the store.
Well . . . we had to try it.
We love us some Bacon, and we love us some Chocolate, but the 2 together? Not so good. We bought 2 strips and 4 of us shared one. I'm not even sure we finished one. You never know if somethings good until you try it.
We rounded out our evening stumbling upon this little shop.
They weren't open, but I think we spend 30+ min. just looking through the store front windows. They had all kinds of things. Curt and Scott were Ooogling over the radios inside on the one wall, wishing, just wishing they could go in.
They really did have some awesome things, and we all would have loved to get inside, but the shop really only was open for 3 hours a day, 4 days a week. Not much at all. Sadly we had to keep walking.
We also learned in Eureka, if your nice to a BUM, and ask how their evening is, then they are gonna tell you their entire life story weather you want to hear it or not. I used my kids as an excuse to get away. Curt and Scott were peering into another store window, and this guy was literally standing right behind them waiting for them to turn around an acknowledge him so he could finish his story. Sorry Dude, it's dark, and your a for sure sign that it's time to get my kids safe in bed.
June 8, 2014
The next morning we got up and got ready. Breakfast was not wonderful (Hotel Breakfast), but enough to get us through till lunch. On our way out of town, we had to stop at the Carson Mansion. This is the most photographed Victorian Style home in America. It was completed in 1887 by Willaim Carson, built for his wife. He was a logging man, and work was slow. He had all these workers that needed to work, so he put them to work and built this. It only cost $80,000 to build, which seems like almost nothing to us today.
When Williams daughter was married he built this beauty for his daughter as a wedding present. It's call the the Pink Lady Mansion. It's located right across the street from his own house.
We drove around town viewing a few other Vicorian Beauties before we headed out.
Before leaving town, we stopped at a Shell Gas station and filled up. It was $4.38/gallon for gas. We filled up, Curt was determined to find somewhere cheaper on the way up the coast. (You'll see why I am writing this, in my next post.)
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