Road Trip-Garberville

That little "A" on the map, that's where we stayed in Garberville. Where's Garberville, you ask.



That's where Garberville is. I would have zoomed out more, but it just vanishes. Garberville is in the middle of the redwood forests. About 250 miles north of San Fransisco, surrounded by trees, and nothing. The stay was lovely. I actually typed this post last night, but I'm posting it tonight. Minutes after I post this one, I will post the next post, which was also typed last night. Double!



After leaving Pigeon Point, we drove to Garberville. Mom had a journal entery that she wanted me to post for my readers. Here goes!

After we checked out of the youth hostel, we looked around the lighthouse and bought some postcards. We drove North up Highway 1 to Half Moon Bay. Stopped for Starbucks (coffee and hot chocolate), while Alex went to Jamba Juice. Back on the road going North through San Francisco and crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. We stopped again in Mill Valley, home of B.J. Hunnicut from M*A*S*H*, for Alex. After our potty break, Elaine drove, and Steve made pita sandwiches for lunch. Again heading North on 1/101 we stopped again to go the the Pomo "rancheria" and check out the casino. We drove around the small reservation, saw some of the track housing and community living area, and went up the casino. We took the kids in to use the restroom and to see the inside of a casino. This provided us a good opportunity to how the Native Americans and specifically the California people were treated. We went into the smoke shop.mini mart and Roneta, a Pomo woman. She was very gracious and answered all of ourquestions. She was in her 40's, with a Winnebago husband and 17 yearold son. The son dances in a Pomo dance troop and has performed in a couple of a pow-wows in Gilroy, CA. Her grandmother was part of the group that was moved up from the Russian River area to their current location, far away form the river. Roneta went down to Riverside for High School and then came back to the Pomo "rancheria" with her jusband. She is 1/2 Pomo and 1/2 Mexican. After we left there we continued heading North. We kept driving until we reached Garberville in time for wine and cheese hour at the hotel, a short walk, and delicious dinner across the parking lot at the pizzaria. A couple we met here at the Best Western paid for $20 of our meal. Thank you, God for a good day!
A few little notes Mom made in the margins. We saw a lot of rainbows, and Rainbow Bridge.

I like Mom's summary of the events. She covered the stops nicely, and did a swell job of being more detail and education oriented than I. I guess I could talk about the books I read, but that would probably fall into the boring and not of general interest catagory. Perhaps later! There is just a little color commentary I would add.

The casino was interesting, the drive was nice, Mill Valley was filled with rich snobs, San Francisco had interesting houses. The part of the journey that really grabbed my attention was Garberville. Every person there creeped me out in some way. I spent a fair amount of the walk paranoidly looking down sidestreets and around corners. The grocery store was filled with a group that was just slightly less worrisome than the people who were living on the street. Lots of facial hair, flannel plaid, and crazy eyes! Typed words don't do that justice. I did crazy eyes and voice. Just imagine it. I'll show you next time I see you, assuming I do see you. It was pretty interesting. As I walked from the pizza place to the hotel, to use the bathroom in our room, there was a group of loud puesdo-adults who were drunkly "playing" in the parking lot. They pulled off, running over the curb, and roaring down the street. The decor of the pizza place was......different. Lots of print ads, and signs, and magazine covers, just bits of history, put up all over the walls. It wasn't bad as a whole, but if you looked at one little bit,  it was outrageous. Racism, sexism, the most condescending advertising I have ever seen. There were truly interesting ads, novel ads, products I had never heard of. One little piece I thought was interesting was a comic strip, which featured a character named "Google". No kidding. Sometime later, I'll have a few more I remember, and things that the rest of the family remember. They were super interesting.

That's it for now!
Chris