9/6: That afternoon, after leaving Humboldt State Park behind, we decided that we would drive as far as we could before giving up for the day. The highway soon turned into a winding mountain road and the cars would line up behind us. But I simply didn’t dare speed, mountain driving is far too complicated already as it is. So, I kept the speed limit while Hanna fed me and herself with the sweet peas from Arcata.
At this very odd souvenir shop in the middle of the forest, close to nothing special, I met a dear friend.
We drove through these tiny mountain towns, only consisting of a hundred meter stretch along the highway with a couple of gas stations, some restaurants and a motel. Quite deserted. They felt very odd.
Looking at the map and the route we were planning on taking, we eventually decided to find a motel in Nice. Because it sounded nice. But, when we finally reached this tiny town, it was almost dark already and everything was closed. Feeling a bit worried, we decided to continue to the next small town.
Luckily, we had more luck in Lucerne. There, we found a small lakeside motel with a vacant double queen bed room. Sleep was sweet.
Katja Malmborg 