We pulled into Eureka in the late afternoon and settled into our over-hyped and over-priced campsite at one of only a handful of campgrounds. We had been surprised to see a slightly run-down town as we drove through on US 101 but we were not discouraged.
Our ride across the bay to the Samoa Dunes Recreation Area proved disappointing as we drove south first and then north. Not much except marsh lands to the north and miles of sand dunes and sea oats being destroyed by ATV and off-road vehicles. We did find some historical data about the WWII gun emplacements, the native Indians of the area and the history of the exceptionally hazardous channel into Humboldt Bay. Dozens of ships have been destroyed trying to navigate the treacherous waters there.
|Yes, that's Wayne standing atop the ammo bunker looking through binoculars again.|
He's looking for Japanese aircraft, I think.
|This lovely old building was the home of pioneer lumberman, William Carson -- built in 1885. |
It is now a private club.
|Street in Old Town Eureka|
|Eagle House Inn |
I don't know how old it is.
|No information on this house either -- but it's pretty.|
So alas... no seal, no bald eagle and "no great whoop" in Eureka. We stayed two nights. The morning of departure we had our tow rigging checked as our left blinker and brake light on Blackie are inoperable when towing her. A two hour delay and we're rolling again.