This is what the sky has looked like for too many days, now.
I imagine this sky looks like home to Dave. All the trailers mean it's fog-fishing time. That's much better than ice-fishing because it ain't cold. Even the Toyota Matrix at right is hooked up to a trailer. It's rubber band CV transmission won't like that.
I decided to fight the fog by driving up on the 3,000 feet elevation mountain ridge just behind Humboldt Bay. The road leaves Eureka at sea level and climbs up to 3,000 feet elevation in about 17 miles. It's very steep and curvaceous and fun to drive, second gear in the turns and third gear on the straights. The Kia handles and brakes very nicely and I have stickier new Michelins than before. The blood drains from my brain down into my right foot and my now shrunken brain sloshes around inside my skull through the turns. This about half way up at a break in the forest where you can look west and see parts of Humboldt Bay and the surrounding pastures as the fog recedes. I'm already well above the fog.
Up on top of the ridge, looking WxSW. This point is about 2,700 feet elevation and it is hot up here, around 90° F., it is less than 60° down at the beach.
I had my Kia converted to run on cosmotronic waves and this is the filling station. I might as well get a charge whilst up here. The cosmotronic waves take up time, but no space, so I can buy a charge to last me a certain amount of time. Six months worth is good for me. That much costs a buck three eighty and it takes 420 seconds exactly to absorb six months worth of waves from The Van Allen Radiation Belt and squirt them into the new tank, which is made from a beer keg. You can see them damn waves being directed towards my car. Some of them shot through the knothole in my wooden leg and it played something I'd like to hear Gracie Slick sing, and Andrew likely already has heard and played on his guitar in the basement. Now that I know Andrew is a vocalist who claims to be even better than Gordon Lightfoot, and claims ability to outstrum Les Paul, I want to hear him sing "White Rabbit" whilst accompanying himself on guitar....."....One pill makes you bigger, and one pill makes you small. And the one that mother gives you doesn't do anything at all. Go as Alice...." I'd pay good money to hear that if Andrew is willing to record it.
Up on the highest part of the ridge, looking north. It is very high up here, one way or the other, and you can see a long way. I believe the white part way beyond the first ridge is Canada. It is the right colour, isn't it? Yup, it's The Great White North, eh?
On the way down, another stop to look West. The fog has relented back to the beach and is waiting for the cool night to return to the land on little cat feet.
Back down at the beach where I started, on The Samoa Peninsula, Humboldt Bay side looking north. The fog is waiting patiently over The Pacific on the left. This is a popular spot for tourists with large recreational vehicles. Just the smart off season tourists now. In a few weeks it will be jammed with motor homes and trailers in those marked spaces, packed in like kippers in a tin.
Last one and it makes me remember an article a few years back in some scientific publication talking about how they are trying to duplicate the glue the barnacles secrete to fasten themselves to anything, as it is better than any glue currently made.
And that's all. Rich
