Aug 4th 1981

posted in: Innocents Abroad | 2
Redwoods in the mist

Slept incredibly well – the sand was soft, the sleeping bags warm.  Tom had slept in the car, and apparently had been woken by the police during the night.  From what he said, the creep was obsequiousness itself to them, had even opened the trunk up voluntarily to show our belongings.  Ho hum.  We drove 30 miles up the road and then the first stop was at the Redwood National Forest, mainly at Tom’s request, since we had seen quite a lot of that particular tree recently.  However, it was fairly interesting, and we were able to go on a short hike.  The forest was shrouded in fog, and it gave a new perspective on them.  Then, back in the car, and another fair old drive up the coast, making it quite late in the afternoon before we reached the massive sand dunes which stretch along 41 miles of Oregon’s coast.  We drove off the main road a way, but spent no more than 10 minutes at the dunes, just climbing up to the top and looking down over miles + miles of perfect beach.  Left to ourselves, we would have been tempted to stay, but Tom clearly wasn’t interested, and, to be fair, it was quite late and rather cool by this time, so we moved on.  We soon started looking for somewhere to pitch the tent, but this proved far from easy.  First place we tried we decided was too expensive, the next two were full.  What was more, Tom seemed totally set on the idea of a regular camp-site, protesting that we would be certain to be picked up by the cops and fined if we stopped anywhere else.  Finally, we managed to find a place, tho’ it did cost $6.  We pitched our tents, tho’ Tom did toy with the idea of sleeping on top of a picnic table (God knows why).  We lit a fire, and ate our evening meal, strolled down to the lake and looked out at that, then back to bed.

One of the issues with tying one’s travel to someone else is that you then have to compromise… as we were discovering with Tom.  Which meant that our longed-for freedom was slightly curtailed… but entirely because of our own choices.

2 Responses

  1. Pamela J Blair

    The ride-board rides are often like this, unlike hitchers, who are usually interesting and often pay for gas and/or meals! When I was traveling through the Middle East in a van, I often picked up couples who were hitching and found them to be very gracious and generous. But for some reason ride board rides seem stiffer (although I’ve often been one of them). I used to go from Michigan to Kansas to see my boyfriend, using the U of Michigan ride board, and went from Paris to Munich and Paris to Barcelona using a Parisian ride board. Now that I think about it, I found two riders on a bulletin board at the Pudding Shop in Istanbul. One stayed for two weeks–I dropped him off in Adana, and the other became a lover and stayed with me all the way through the Middle East. He flew back to London from Beirut, and I sold my van there and became a hitcher again. Then there was the ride my friend and I got in Morocco that lasted a week and took in a lot of the desert…the driver in that case (a Brit) turned into a lover, too. Aah, what happens when one is on the road and a female… I wonder how they do it these days of computers and web sites.

  2. LOUIS SPITERI

    …” i wonder how they do it these days of computers and web sites…”
    … well Pamela… from my experience I think I can tell you it’s done evermore easier with much wider scope of meeting with or being with a fellow traveller… or making contact with with a generous and hospitable local person…. leading to delightful Adventures Galore…

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