Last time we left off the travel portion of this blog, we were leaving Crater Lake, Oregon en route to Crescent City, California. A few podcasts, potty breaks and a skype gender reveal party later we made it! That’s right, some of our dearest friends were having their gender reveal party during our trip so we made sure to stop at a Wal-Mart (in a pocket we actually had service) to be FaceTimed in on the fun. The conveniences of modern technology allowed me to win yet another bet (I chose boy, Drew chose chose girl).
By the time we arrived, we were more than ready to be out of the car and at the most beautiful, seaside bed and breakfast I’ve ever seen. Drew promised a few surprises in reward for model behavior even during long car rides and I guess I delivered. Scopa By the Sea is a beautifully renovated house with only four bedrooms, and somehow we were upgraded to the Master Suite. As we took our bags in the coastal-themed, Pottery Barn dream home, I told Drew “thank you, thankkk youuu!” There was a counter with refreshments, drinks, freshly made oatmeal cookies, and fruit waiting for us as Deborah (the caretaker) gave us all the information about breakfast the next day, things to do, etc.
After all the hiking, cliff jumping, driving and activity we had, I just really wanted to hunker down in this coastal oasis and CHILL. So that’s what I did...we went out for dinner, Drew went to take pictures of the sunset and I took a bath, watched the sunset from the window seat and tried to think of schemes that would include another night at Scopa.
The next morning I wanted to go for a run and explore the coastline a little bit. While a great idea in theory, it was extremely foggy and I didn’t get to see too much until the last mile when it finally started to clear. It didn’t matter much--a morning run is always my preferred way to start the day, but what came next might have topped it…
Homemade “blueberry oat pancakes” with freshly squeezed lemon syrup, scrambled eggs, and sausage. We ate at the large, wooden breakfast table with a middle-aged couple visiting from Oregon and an older man who was exploring the Redwoods in his spare time during a work conference. He was a little bit eccentric, and told me I reminded him so much of his niece he just had to get a picture to take back with him to prove it. Drew laughed, and I obliged and by the end of breakfast we all knew each other’s stories a little more. It was such a cozy, yet quality stay and I would truly recommend it to anyone!
This is the one....hands down the best I've experienced! (sorry you can't see the view)
On our drive from Crescent City, we stopped at a few places to walk through the Redwoods and also Fern Canyon. I could try to explain the sights, but words aren’t big enough to depict the trees--gentle, quiet, sturdy giants are a few, but inadequate at best.
Thank you for joining me on another leg of this California adventure!