Pacific Coast Day 2

This was a day of miserable driving. The fog was all encompassing, obstructing even the slightest view that we might have of the ocean, and the drive was, again, a series of dips, hills, and many, many curves. The only place that was a signifigant stop was at a cliff faced beach where dad was able to do some fishing. We had given up on swimming at this point so climbing on the rocks was much more appealing. Within the large rocks we found a great number of tide pools, each varying in size and contents. Some were large and contained great leafy seaweed and tons of mussels. In the smaller ones we found lots of little crabs and such. On the rock walls that bordered the ocean we found various star fish. It's funny, because I've always wanted to go somewhere where I could explore tide pools and this was the perfect place.
        Alas, however, it was not long before we began to bore of the little pools and looked about for a more interesting diversion. While scoping out our surroundings, our attention was called to a particular rock by a splashing noise. Peering through the fog we realized that we had been playing in the territory of a bunch of large harbor seals. Once again, the seals took the place for best activity of the day. Though these were a bit more laid back than San Fransisco's sea lions, their big eyes and funny way of moving kept our attention for quite some time.
         Our next destination was the Redwood forest. We had about an hour to explore one of the groves before dark. As soon as we set foot on the trail head we began to express how much we feel a dinosaur may just jump right out of the underbrush. The forest floor was covered in huge ferns and the air was damp. Every branch was covered in a thick olive green moss and of course our view of the sky was obstructed by the monstrous Redwood trees that grow over 300 feet tall. At this particular grove, many of the trees were fallen or dead, making the forest seem to be a very large playground with tunnels, climbing places, and cave like areas.
        It was dark and cold enough that we decided to just find a camping spot within the forest. The tiny private campground we chose was not spectacular, but adequate. Two dogs, a nice looking boxer and a huge wolf like dog wandered the campground freely and quickly made friends with the boys. Dad grew so attatched to the stray wolf-like one that he said he would take it home in an instant, if only mom would agree. Of course, she wouldn't, but dad convinced her to put the "fleece before God." She said that if it was pouring down rain in the morning we could take him. Needless to say the fine mist in the morning could hardly be classified as rain and we left without the hound.
      Mom is continuously reminding me of the great goulash we had for supper that evening so I must record it. We came to the campground, as I said, cold and hungry, thus the perfect meal would be a thick warm stew of potatoes and meat. It was a great meal.
I am sorry to say the Camera was out of order for this day.