Today is my birthday and I am now so old that paleontologists are starting to get interested in what will certainly soon be my remains. I think back to my youth on this date, back when I used to wrestle saber-toothed tigers with phalanxes of my spear-wielding buddies. So to celebrate, I drove Charlotte, my tenacious spouse and the Barbarian Invader from Myers Flat to Eureka and pulled in at Redwood Acres RV Park, a parking lot alongside the fair grounds downtown. We were lucky and had a short lull in the crummy weather and got to make the entire passage without rain. It was great. It took about an hour.
Eureka has apparently changed from being a nice college town with some gorgeous Victorian residences to a Mecca for the homeless. We spotted quite a few malingering on street corners and strolling around in their socks. There is a quantity of homeless advocates living around here and they have now been blessed with the results of their actions; plenty of filthy panhandlers hanging out in indoor malls ducking the cops and crapping into corners, Humboldt Bay and the Eel River. Walkers anyplace other than the main drag are cautioned to watch their step.
This evening it started to rain again and it is not fooling around. I’m glad Peg and I no longer camp in a tent.