This morning we took a drive out to the coast, to the town of Jenner about 20 miles west. It was a nice drive, going through the little towns of Guerneville and Duncans Mills. Once we got to the coast, it was overcast. We had gone through Jenner several years ago on our coastal trip up Highway 1, and fell in love with the area around the Russian River, which is why we wanted to come up here this time. After getting turned around and accidentally heading north on the coast for a few minutes, we backtracked and headed south about 10 miles to Bodega Bay. We scoped out Goat Rock and Blind Beach, which we decided to come back to when it was sunny and warmer. We also found a very neat state park campsite in Bodega Bay that the ranger was kind enough to let us drive around to see how it measured up. They don't have sewer hookups, but water and electricity, with a dump station on the way out. The entire park, with about 125 sites, is on a several mile long spit of land that protects Bodega Bay. We are thinking of coming back and trying it out for a few days sometime, as you have great views of the waves crashing against the huge rocks just off the coast, and on the other side the peaceful little town of Bodega Bay.
Late in the afternoon we found out that we would not be able to see the Monday Night Football Chargers game at the campsite, as they do not have ESPN. So, we headed over to the Russian River Pub a short walk away and asked if they were going to have the game on. This place was one of the reasons we picked this campsite, as it was featured on the very first episode of Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives on the Food Network several years ago.
The owner was there, and Steve recognized her from the TV show. She was very nice, and said that they would turn the game on for us, and that the bar would stay open until "whenever". So, we quickly got ready and headed over there for some beer, chicken wings, and football.
The wings, onion rings, and beer were really good, the bartender was awesome, and the game totally sucked. The Chargers lost miserably. By the time the game was ending, the only people left were us, an old couple that lives full time at the camp, the bartender, and the cook. We mentioned several times that we didn't want them to stay open late just for us, but they had no problem with it. I think it was a combination of being nice and friendly, and following the owners orders.
This was also a really good test for Sasha, to see if she would be OK staying in Eco all by herself. She whined for maybe 2 minutes after we left, and then jumped up on the bed and napped until we got back several hours later.
On the way over to the pub, we passed a large statue of a lumberjack. This 20' tall guy is inside the camp, and we can see him from our campsite. He reminds me of the Paul Bunyan statue I saw as a kid in Bemidji, Minnesota. I think this new guy is supposed to be a miner or gold panner or something, because he has a shovel instead of an axe. There's no sign or anything describing him, he just towers over the camp, keeping an eye on things I guess. Sort of creeps me out, with that weird grin and a shovel at the ready. Like the grin would never leave his face as he buried your dead body.
Went back to Eco, and realized that almost everyone who was here for the Jazz & Blues Festival last weekend had left. A few new RVs showed up, but we pretty much have this end of the camp to ourselves.
More tomorrow!
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