In a fairly ordinary, hippy-like café (oh we're sooo organic!) on the market square of Arcata, on the other side of the bay from Eureka, my last port of call. This is an ironical wink at the legal service at Champagne Veuve Clicquot, a company for which I worked for 7 years and which relentlessly pursued people like the producers of this sign.
Stopped over in a beautiful but run-down little place called Port Orford, with a spectacular bay (see next photographs) and booked into a seedy little motel with this car as a neighbour. Not sure what it is and it was gone the next morning when I went out to run on the beach at 6.30. Nice colour, nice shape.
Battle Rock, at Port Orford, Oregon
Looking south from Port Orford
My zen sculpture on the beach at Port Orford
Not always land of the free, and not always land of the spelling either
Red Fish, probably the best restaurant for at least 100 miles around, reasonably sophisticated, with excellent service and a very fine wine list. It overlooks the bay and is associated with an adjacent art gallery. It also lies just across Highway 101 from the motel mentioned where I stayed. Land of contrasts!
The best breakfast I have had so far was here, at Lloyds, in the fishing port (and minor tourist trap) of Bandon. Get there early on a Sunday so that the shops are shut! And watch the waves....
I'm moving inland...