Hmm. Well, there isn't much to see up Highway 101, I recalled as I was driving (with one or two exceptions), until you hit about Eureka, which is a flat as a pancake suburban strip mall sort of a city, but you get up close and personal with the coast farther north. Best to get California out of the way on the first day, was my thought, take my time, pull over and take pictures tomorrow all the way up the Oregon coast.

So you're where?

In Crescent City at the first motel I ran across as I crossed the city line, located next to a sea food restaurant that called out to me when I saw it, in a motel with a room facing the ocean. The beach is just 50 feet outside the sliding glass door and for the price, an obvious choice. This is good, but I am tired after six or seven hours of driving even though it will make tomorrow's and Wednesday's driving a breeze.

Probably not best to do that much driving in or out of the rain, but things went well as I pulled over every now and again to stretch the legs and didn't drive like a total idiot. I went through a string CD's as I was driving, the Element's sound system still pretty good, the head was, as I mentioned, coherent and I'm looking forward to dinner.

Later. A decision to order a pizza and have it delivered, stay inside, watch some TV. Some second thoughts about leaving the camera gear alone here in the room while I was out having dinner. Such is life. Here in Crescent City.