Newton B. Drury

It had been several days since we had eaten anything but fast food or camp food, so we decided we should treat ourselves to one of the seafood places back in Crescent City.

We passed a male and female elk crossing the beach road in the twilight. They quickly ambled into the trees where they peered at us as we slowed to a stop. Deciding to not antagonize them too much we headed down to 101 and drove north for a few miles. Pri pulled out the iphone in order to find somewhere to eat. After parking 20ft from one of the restaurants we found on the phone, we started looking up the menu. We eventually realized how pathetically tethered we were to the technology. I stepped out of the car and quickly learned that the place was closed. We found another restaurant that had a view of the surrounding harbor and both enjoyed a nice dinner.

This of course set us back considerably, and we had to drive down the famous Newton B. Drury scenic highway in the dark. Luckily the redwoods are still mysteriously beautiful at night. We pulled up to our site in Prairie Creek Campground and I can not properly convey the awe we experienced as we got out of the car amidst several giant redwoods. We were literally camping in a small grove of about eight of the behemoths. Food was not needed, so after setting up the tent Pri rustled up her first campfire. We sat in the warming red light of the fire, admiring the amazing trees towering above us into the star speckled abyss, before thoroughly extinguishing the blaze and crawling into the tent. The temperature was much more comfortable than up north, and we were granted a restful night's sleep.




We arose the next morning and regretfully diassembled the camp in the customary fog of the Pacific Northwest. If I had known how incredibly beautiful our site would be I would have gladly stayed a few nights longer.

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