Last night we set up camp in Trinidad, CA at Elk Country RV. It’s a bit of a run down place, but what it lacks in amenities it makes up for in location. And that would be being smack dab in the middle of the Largest Roosevelt Elk Herd on the West Coast.
Camping here, one is assured of an Elk spotting, but more to the point, an encounter with an Elk. See, you don’t just “spot them” here, you are camping right where they graze, sleep and…poop. Yes, by encounter I do mean that you will actually be stepping in Elk poop at some point because its everywhere. But I would not trade this park for any other because I woke up surrounded by the herd. I mean, I could open my door and scratch their backs. There were so many around that I had to wait to let Lexie outside to do her business as they were too close.
I reluctantly left the park in the morning and understood why so many stay there for days just admiring this huge herd and watching them in their environment from the comfort of yours, but we must continue on so out onto the 101 we went and continued our journey north. Shortly after leaving town there was a sign for the tallest tree trail head. I figured, sure why not. It was or should have been a 6 mile climb off road to the top of the mountain, but it was closed so I headed to a different section of the park. That is where I ran into a gentlemen from Memphis, TN. If I recall correctly, he’s been on the road a couple of months now. Camping, Hiking and living in Hostels and Back Woods camping all the way up the California Coast. He plans to do it as long as he can. We exchanged stories and I gave him some tips on Stealth Camping both in your car and in a tent.
I was most excited when the 101 turned back toward the coast in Crescent City as I am home whenever I am by the ocean. Shortly before we hit Crescent City I took a detour to Klamath 
Park and climbed a steep single lane road up the side of a mountain as I was attempting to get onto the beach. I never did find the beach entrance even though I did see vehicles down there, so we turned around and got back on the 101. A little while later were were crossing the state line. We have arrived in Oregon!
I was planning on stopping in Gold Beach for the night so I took the opportunity to check out Samual H. Boardman State Park. It was a nice dirt road to the bottom from way up high so it offered a beautiful view of the horseshoe bay with majestic rock mountains jutting from the sea.
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took Lexie down onto the beach with me for a photo op on the rocks and marveled at how smooth and dark the sand was. It was too much for me to resist. I simply had to take a dip or rather, a skinny dip since the beach was complete l empty. Yep…Oregon water is COLD, but the sun and beach was warm so it balanced out nicely.
After I dried off and de-sanded myself, Lexie and I got back on the 101 and rolled into Gold Beach, but I didn’t see anywhere that I wanted to camp and tried another supposed Beachfront park 9 miles out of town…that was a bust so I continued north and stumbled upon this quaint little park in Port Orford, CA.
Camp Blanco RV Park is our home for the night. It’s a small little place, but very nice and very friendly. They even have a cute little section for Lexie right next to us.
Photo Album: https://goo.gl/photos/3iCuZXDfy4omXNeg7
Great stories, Larry. Love the stories about the people, small towns and camping. Getting the travel juices flowing. Also love the pictures of all the sights. I see, too, that Lexie is learning Photoshop!! 😉
I taught Lexie to Edit photos very early on 😀
This is the first time I’m seeing the blog!
Glad you finally found it. Enjoy!