Heartbreak & Redwoods & Crabs

A few days ago, our family suffered a tragic loss. Brokenhearted, we decided to continue on with our trip. Emotionally drained, for the past week, we drove long hours, towing Rhoda across Nevada, California, Oregon and back to California again. We stopped in Medford, Oregon yesterday to pick up our favorite cousin Marjie. She traveled with us to Yellowstone last year and we had a ball. Its wonderful to have her with us again.

We pulled into our campground to Crescent City, CA on the Pacific coast. I’m writing this blog from our campsite in a glorious grove of coast redwood trees- the tallest, oldest and and one of the most massive tree species on Earth. It’s an honor and a privilege to live among these giants, even for a short time. I can already feel their healing powers . It will be lovely to put down roots here (pun intended) for the next three days.

After setting up Rhoda in her new home, the conversation turned to dinner. Since we were on the coast, I wanted to find fresh fish, something we don’t get much of in Colorado. So we went into town looking for a fish market. Unfortunately, the only one closed six months ago. A helpful man recommended we go to the harbor where fishing boats sometimes sell their catch, right from the dock. So we took his excellent suggestion and ran with it (actually we drove the 3 miles to the harbor instead of running) 

There we met Mike who’s grandson Andy is a fisherman with Dungeness crab to sell. Andy’s Dad met us at the Oracle, Andy’s boat and pulled from the tank 5 gorgeous crabs that would become our dinner. They were a feisty crew of crabs that tried to climb out of the grocery bag we used to get them back to Rhoda and then the pot we cooked them in. They were indescribably delicious with drawn butter and a loaf of crusty bread.

We went to sleep under the magnificent redwood canopy with our bellies full of the best crab I’ve ever eaten. It turned out to be a very good day. Love from our crew on the Rhoda.