Albee Creek Campground
(Or loosing hubcaps right and left)
After I had finished writing this morning, we got the brainy idea of checking in at the visitor's center to see if there might be a slim chance of staying at Albee Campground. It is the smallest of the three redwood campgrounds and everyone says it is the most beautiful with bears that scale the apple trees in broad daylight. Helen, whom we had met yesterday when we checked in at Burlington did us a big favor and called Regina, who worked at Albee, and she said that there might be a chance at noon. We decided to go for it and packed up quickly and headed over.
The signs posted on the narrow road to Albee Creek suggest that you not attempt to drive a motorhome or trailer, but we of course ignored the sign and instead paid close attention to all the pot holes in the road. They were everywhere, and they were deep and they were big. We went slow enough and Michael did a good job of avoiding the worst of them and we were able to get to Albee Creek Campground at 11:10, and in one piece. Regina said that it appeared that the guests in #29 had left, but she couldn't sell us the site until noon time. She asked us to park over in a meadow across the way and at noon to come back and she would let us know for certain.
While hanging out in the meadow, I decided to take Callie for a walk to hunt grasshoppers and when I looked back at the RV, what should I see but that another wheel liner ( or hub cap to me) was missing on the front left tire this time. Now we are missing the one on the back right and on the front left. I suppose it is proof that we are driving over treacherous terrain, but it does make the RV look less classy and more dirty. The beautiful chrome hub caps are gone and what is left is a blackened , filthy wheel.
We were able to check in, so after we parked the RV, we decided to get on our bikes and we biked the entire 5 miles one way all the way back to the 101 in hopes of finding it. We biked past a correctional crew working roadside and they thought they had seen a hub cap and 7 men that were hauling a log with chains along the roadside said they saw one too! They thought they had seen a hub cap on the left side of the road, and so we were heartened to continue the search. The hub cap the log hauling men had seen was for a car, and the correctional crew when we biked past them again on the return trip, said they had placed the hub cap all the back at the bridge along the 101. Maybe when we leave tomorrow we can check to see if it is our hub cap. We were too tired to turn around and go back the other way, so we continued biking back to Albee Campground.
On the bike ride back to Albee Creek, we visited the Rockefeller Forest which holds one of the largest concentrations of mature redwoods that are over 350 ft tall. It has more than 7 times the biomass- ( living or dead organic material) of any forest of similar size including a rainforest, in the world. They were incredibly majestic and one particular tree that had fallen over, was so long, it stretched out over the river bed and on up into the forest on the other side! It is pretty difficult to capture the grandeur in a photograph, but I did try to do a short video of one vertical tree and panned bottom to top to show how tall it was.
Tonight we have leftovers and all three of us are tired and happy. The stellar jays are numerous and noisy and the shadow and light that patterns the forest floor is beautiful. Callie is snuggled up on the top loft sleeping, and Michael is taking a nap on the sofa. Who could ask for anything more- other than 2 new hub caps!