get off my nutts OR i'm too pretty for this town
so its been a few weeks since the trip up north but i would do myself a huge dishonor to forget a blog entry.
so the trip up north was originaly set to Canada. The destination point quickly changed to Washington, then to Oregon, and finally we set off for our 3 days and 2 nights up the coast of California, never crossing any borders but perhaps experiencing a new kind of CA.
Meet the team: Yana the ballerina. Katya the other sister. And Vica, that's me
We headed off on a nice and foggy day in wonderful San Francisco. We drove up the 101 and headed through some pretty quaint towns. Garberville (a one street town stop-over), a stop for bikers, hippies, and hitchikers was an experience all in its own. We waited for almost 40 minutes for soup and sandwiches and made some amigos with the local biker dudes. Besides the tastefully decorated food joint, this town consisted of a movie theatre, a gas station, and a hemp shop. it had an eerie ghostown feel to it. its also populated by many school buses decorated in bright hippy colors catering to god knows what.
we drove on through the Avenue of the Giants. A 30 something mile drive through the redwoods. AMAZING! these trees are so BIG! Collosal! Gigantic! And they smell like life and nature and the universe really.
So after a few songs and dances with the trees we moved on through Eureka and on to Arcata, where we spent our first night. I must add that all these little towns were a bit creepy. Something eerie in the air. Lots of hippies, lots of space, not so many people. Arcata was super creepy. The Bed and Breakfast that we stayed in was definately haunted. The place looked like Adam's Family House, and I think all 3 of us would agree that Adam's family would be much more of a pleasant experience to stay with than this haunted joint. This was a very old Victorian house, with a wet smell. The place was cluttered, with matching bedsheets to wallpaper. The type of place you only hear about in scary stories or zombie movies. Up the stairs there sat a baby dall on a rocking chair surrounded by baby doll clothing hanging on the wall. This was Chucky's bride I swear.
Our room had a special baby theme, with a baby cradle and all. The most disturbing part was the bathroom, wich also had the special attic room inside of it. So when you pull the toilet paper, a little door opens(the door the paper hangs on) and inside you peek in and find a dark, creepy, cobwebby room filled with scaterred toys, clowns, and dolls. Although this place was very hospitable, we couldn't spend more than one night there, especially with the ghost touching Yana inappropriately in her sleep. We hing out, bartered at the "happening" square. We honestly only saw about 5 people on the street altogether... I was hoping this would be more of a college town as Humbolt State was just down the street, apparently they only have 2,000 students. We ended up in the only restaurant open at 9pm which was a Japanese place, and also the happening spot. Basically, anyone who was up past 8:30pm and hungry was in for sushi, and sushi only. The food was actually pretty good, the sake not so much, and an interesting mix of hippies, students, and hipsters.
We headed to Trinidad in the morning, a cute and remote little town just a bit more north with nice hiking trails and amazing views. We thought about visiting all the way up to Crescent City, but after finding out that Crescent City has a population of 3,000 not including the 4,000 high security prison inmates, we decided otherwise. We did however inquire about this place to find that the inmates are not the problem, as they are in a maximum security prison... however, the guards who live in the town are something else, and not a favorite of populations to visit....
We headed down, and ended up in my new most favorite city in CA: Mendocino. The city was great. We stayed in a rad B&B, with homemade cookies, complementary wine, and a backyard to the ocean. Mendocino is known for its fine California wines and beautiful beaches. Its only about 5 blocks total (or so it seemed) We hung out in the local Irish pub, ate fried food, got a bit tipsy, and got in on the town gossip.
I must admit that traveling in CA is so much different than what I have been doing the past half a year or so.... its a very different experience, but then again.... so is California. Lots of small towns, and I'm happy to be back in my metropolitan little life.
Currently reading: White Teath by Zadie Smith
so the trip up north was originaly set to Canada. The destination point quickly changed to Washington, then to Oregon, and finally we set off for our 3 days and 2 nights up the coast of California, never crossing any borders but perhaps experiencing a new kind of CA.
Meet the team: Yana the ballerina. Katya the other sister. And Vica, that's me
We headed off on a nice and foggy day in wonderful San Francisco. We drove up the 101 and headed through some pretty quaint towns. Garberville (a one street town stop-over), a stop for bikers, hippies, and hitchikers was an experience all in its own. We waited for almost 40 minutes for soup and sandwiches and made some amigos with the local biker dudes. Besides the tastefully decorated food joint, this town consisted of a movie theatre, a gas station, and a hemp shop. it had an eerie ghostown feel to it. its also populated by many school buses decorated in bright hippy colors catering to god knows what.
we drove on through the Avenue of the Giants. A 30 something mile drive through the redwoods. AMAZING! these trees are so BIG! Collosal! Gigantic! And they smell like life and nature and the universe really.
So after a few songs and dances with the trees we moved on through Eureka and on to Arcata, where we spent our first night. I must add that all these little towns were a bit creepy. Something eerie in the air. Lots of hippies, lots of space, not so many people. Arcata was super creepy. The Bed and Breakfast that we stayed in was definately haunted. The place looked like Adam's Family House, and I think all 3 of us would agree that Adam's family would be much more of a pleasant experience to stay with than this haunted joint. This was a very old Victorian house, with a wet smell. The place was cluttered, with matching bedsheets to wallpaper. The type of place you only hear about in scary stories or zombie movies. Up the stairs there sat a baby dall on a rocking chair surrounded by baby doll clothing hanging on the wall. This was Chucky's bride I swear.
Our room had a special baby theme, with a baby cradle and all. The most disturbing part was the bathroom, wich also had the special attic room inside of it. So when you pull the toilet paper, a little door opens(the door the paper hangs on) and inside you peek in and find a dark, creepy, cobwebby room filled with scaterred toys, clowns, and dolls. Although this place was very hospitable, we couldn't spend more than one night there, especially with the ghost touching Yana inappropriately in her sleep. We hing out, bartered at the "happening" square. We honestly only saw about 5 people on the street altogether... I was hoping this would be more of a college town as Humbolt State was just down the street, apparently they only have 2,000 students. We ended up in the only restaurant open at 9pm which was a Japanese place, and also the happening spot. Basically, anyone who was up past 8:30pm and hungry was in for sushi, and sushi only. The food was actually pretty good, the sake not so much, and an interesting mix of hippies, students, and hipsters.
We headed to Trinidad in the morning, a cute and remote little town just a bit more north with nice hiking trails and amazing views. We thought about visiting all the way up to Crescent City, but after finding out that Crescent City has a population of 3,000 not including the 4,000 high security prison inmates, we decided otherwise. We did however inquire about this place to find that the inmates are not the problem, as they are in a maximum security prison... however, the guards who live in the town are something else, and not a favorite of populations to visit....
We headed down, and ended up in my new most favorite city in CA: Mendocino. The city was great. We stayed in a rad B&B, with homemade cookies, complementary wine, and a backyard to the ocean. Mendocino is known for its fine California wines and beautiful beaches. Its only about 5 blocks total (or so it seemed) We hung out in the local Irish pub, ate fried food, got a bit tipsy, and got in on the town gossip.
I must admit that traveling in CA is so much different than what I have been doing the past half a year or so.... its a very different experience, but then again.... so is California. Lots of small towns, and I'm happy to be back in my metropolitan little life.
Currently reading: White Teath by Zadie Smith
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