Trees, and then a Brat-son

Where we left you hanging: the Redwoods

As of the last post, Flynn and Ollie were in the redwoods, getting back to being one with nature.  Ohhhmm.   They took a hike, had a picnic, and did a lot of cooking.   Four nights were spent on the Avenue of the Giants, hanging out with giants, bigfoot, family, and some redwood rain.   Nope, it didn’t rain water. It rained redwoods.

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Thoroughly rested and relaxed, their chakra back in alignment and fully enlightened, they packed up and headed out of Humboldt County, and into the next state.  The first overnight stop was in Bandon, at a Hippie Camp property called Dew Valley Ranch.    Highly recommend.    The owners have done creative and well-crafted work with their property to make it enjoyable for rvs, tents, and cabin-ites.   Flynn and Ollie enjoyed the glorious outdoor shower, visiting the chickens and horses, getting fresh eggs and tomatoes, and having plenty of privacy.    F&O took a “short but just a little steep” trail down to their stream, and built their own cairn to add to the others.   FYI, Ollie estimates 300 ft drop in ¼ mile.  You do the math.   It was steep!

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Next and final stop (cough) before home was to Beverly Beach State Campground.  This campground books up quick (F&O made reservations in January), has a large variety of sites, and is very popular due to its easy walk to a functional huge fun beach.   Here’s the long:   very nice campground, lots of amenities, well-kept, and the site F&O had was awesome and private, tucked into the trees with lots of space.   Here’s the short:  no G or wifi, buried down in a canyon in the trees so no sunlight, and there are hundreds of sites, and a thousand people there (no exaggeration).   One of them was Braxton.

Braxton was a 12-year old member of the conglomeration across the road from F&O’s site.   They took up 4 sites, had at least 9 children amongst them, and a dozen adults.  Their sites were wall-to-wall tents, boats, RVs, bicycles, and scooters.   They were there for the duration, and they ruled the corner on which they were situated.    The children ran, rode, and scooted in the middle of the road.  F&O learned all their names in an hour because the adults yelled at the children, the children yelled at each other, and Braxton yelled at everyone.    Don’t get F&O wrong, they totally appreciate a good ol’ group of state-campground -professional-recreators.  Go for it.  Let Braxton run wild, throw tantrums, and try to get his own way.   Not our problem.   

Flynn and Ollie wanted light and some G.    One night was enough. They moved to another RV park for the next two nights.   One with signal and sunlight.    One without Braxton.   

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Fin

Flynn

Up next: the final days in Oregon. Peace and quiet and, gee, a beach.