After we left the Avenue of the Giants, we headed for the coast again. Enroute, we decided to go to an old Victorian town called Ferndale, CA. Along the way we came across a true cattle crossing! Moooooo....these were all dairy cows heading into the barn for milking.
The Inn at the centre of town in Ferndale.
We arrived at Patrick's Point later that afternoon and stayed at the State Campground. The views were stunning and we had a lot of fun climbing up to the point.
Mike is the king of the castle.
This is the view north up the beach from our campsite. It was 172 feet down to the beach. Mike and I wandered down there in the evening and saw two seals playing in the water and fishing.
After we left the Avenue of the Giants, we headed for the coast again. Enroute, we decided to go to an old Victorian town called Ferndale, CA. Along the way we came across a true cattle crossing! Moooooo....these were all dairy cows heading into the barn for milking.
The Inn at the centre of town in Ferndale.
We arrived at Patrick's Point later that afternoon and stayed at the State Campground. The views were stunning and we had a lot of fun climbing up to the point.
Mike is the king of the castle.
This is the view north up the beach from our campsite. It was 172 feet down to the beach. Mike and I wandered down there in the evening and saw two seals playing in the water and fishing.
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