Ferndale Today...

Woke up at Bear River Casino and headed toward the Redwoods. Just as we were to get on the US 101 south ramp I saw a sign for Ferndale and we made a quick decision to make another trip detour. It was one of those great decisions.

What a jewel Ferndale, California is. It is filled with old Victorians and is a great place to visit. Caren browsed in all the little shops on Main street, while I sat across from the Post Office in the sun and smoked a cigar.

I think I saw half the town go into the Post Office by the time Caren finished browsing. I think the old guy, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigar, added to the ambience of the town that morning because I was greeted cheerfully by many people.

Caren examines a little Victorian house.

We had lunch at Poppas. It was great, I had the blue plate special a corned beef sandwich with coleslaw while Caren had homemade Cabbage soup.

The morning and afternoon was like being in that Twilight episode when he longed for an earlier more peaceful time and when he got off his commute train he found himself in a town 50 years past. We didn’t want to leave, but the Redwoods, the “greatest place” on earth still beckoned us so we fondly said goodbye to Ferndale and headed down US101 to the Avenue of the Giants.