Trinity Canyon and Harris Beach

What I perhaps like most about RVing is the abundance of nature's best sensory input that comes my way. I woke up this morning in Weaverville, California, and looked out my bedroom window, not sure what I'd see since we arrived here after dark last night.


Weaverville is a California Gold Rush town of the 1850's, when the west was its wildest. The town is proud to tell you that Black Bart holed up here long ago.


Two years ago, Weaverville was almost destroyed by forest fires. You can see in this picture how the fire sliced down the mountainside.


From Weaverville, we headed west toward the ocean.

The beauty of driving through these Trinity Mountains as we wound along the Trinity River simply saturated my senses. So many shades and textures of green. The river is not well represented in these pictures, hurriedly snapped through the window of an RV careening over curvy roads, because it is an amazing deep green, often still and dark and then channeled down to furiously moving whitewater froth.


After literally driving these mountain highways for hours, what a joy it was to finally make that one turn that brought into view once again the Pacific Ocean. It gives me a little chill to catch my first glimpse and then my whole body sinks into a happy Yes!!! at the sight of it.


We took the first opportunity to pull over and play a bit. Chorro, my poor little buddy, tried so hard to keep his footing up on the front passenger seat through all the braking turns and hills of the canyon that I was afraid he'd be too worn out to enjoy a romp on the sand.


You can see that he looks pretty perky and pleased to be on terra firma as well.

We watched a fishing boat near the shore,


and a helicopter watching the fishing boat. Coast Guard perhaps?


But the best part was the BIG waves. It's amazing how the roars and crashes of nature soothe the soul while the roars and crashes of human activities can irritate us so!


After a long day we arrive at our destination for the night, Harris Beach State Recreation Area. We are now in the state of Oregon! Harris Beach was named for a Scottish pioneer sheepherder who settled in this area in the 1880's. Grey whales, harbor seals, and sea lions are often sighted here so Chorro and I will put in some time watching the ocean tomorrow.


Tonight, you can see our RV in the evening shadows.


And the evening shadows on the beach.


And then sunset.


Tonight, my favorite is the sunset. Tomorrow perhaps it will be the sunrise.


Tomorrow is a new day.