One day I decided to go to Crescent City for no apparent reason. This is just south of Trinidad.
"I know, I'll go on vacation and bring every goddamn thing I own, including my sports car."
How long was I behind this Toyota?
Orick's a good town.
This is some sort of Paul Bunyan and Ox tourist trap maybe 15 miles outside of Crescent City, and although this was my second or third time driving by, I never cease to be amused that the ox is anatomically correct.
Them's some big blue ox balls.
About this time I decided I had no business in Crescent City after all, so I turned around and went home. The end.